Kitty looked at her friend, feeling somewhat taken aback, but she didn’t ask what she meant until they were on their way back to Palmetto Island on the bus.
“You seemed to forget that people all around you heard every word you and that chap said,” Vera retorted in a rather severe tone.
“Well, there was nothing secret about it.”
“Maybe not. But there was one hard-boiled listener, who definitely registered the fact that you talked with Uncle Mose on Terrapin Island yesterday.”
Kitty felt the blood rising to her cheeks as she realized that might be significant.
“That island’s posted all over with ‘No trespassing’ signs,” Vera stated. “And the owner was standing right there staring at you, and listening to everything you said.”
“Not Mr. Beeson?”
“Of course.”
“Which was he?”
“The tall hard-faced man in the Stetson and knee boots.”