"Whenever that man comes in here," she observed impatiently, "I
always feel as if I ought to clean house after him. If ever
there was a human toad--or snake, or--ugh! And what does he
mean--sending twenty-word messages that don't make sense when you
read them over, and getting others that are just a lot of words
jumbled together, hit or miss? I wish--only it's unprofessional
to talk about it--but, just the same, there's some nasty business
brewing, and I know it. I feel guilty, almost, every time I send
one of those cipher messages."
"Maybe he's a detective," Evadna hazarded.
"Maybe." Miss Georgie's tone, however, was extremely skeptical.
"Only, so far as I can discover, there's never been anything
around here to detect. Nobody has been murdered, or robbed, or
kidnapped that I ever heard of. Pete Hamilton says not. And--I
wonder, now, if Saunders could be watching somebody! Wouldn't it
be funny, if old Pete himself turned out to be a Jesse James
brand of criminal? Can you imagine Pete doing anything more
brutal than lick a postage stamp?"
"He might want to," Evadna guessed shrewdly, "but it would be too
much trouble.
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