“I doubt it.”
“Sally and Lana Bright have lived in this low country all their lives. They say the doors of their country house are never locked.”
“Those who do the most skulduggery are likely to be very suspicious of other people.”
Their boat was carried off toward a shelving beach by the current. Noting this the dogs left their high perch on the dock and ran around to head them off from landing anywhere else.
“Well trained, aren’t they?” Brad commented.
“Sure looks like it.”
“I suppose we can turn around and go home the way we came,” Brad said ruefully.
“I hate to be checkmated like this,” Kitty said in disgust.
She reached for her oar when suddenly Brad exclaimed, “Wait! There comes somebody.”
Kitty glanced in the direction he pointed. “Why, it’s Uncle Mose himself!”