"You tell me what you know!" she stormed, her clawlike hands
shaking the top rail of the fence. "I wouldn't trust none of you
young ones in this neighborhood. You are always up to some
capers."

"But really, honestly, I haven't done a thing to your Sam,"
Janice said, shrinking from telling all she knew about the
injured animal.

"You know where he is?" Miss Peckham accused.

"Oh, I don't, either."

"When did you see him last?" probed the other, sharply.

"This--this morning."

"What time this morning?"
"Before breakfast. Early," gasped Janice, wondering what she
would say next.

"Humph! Something funny about the way you answer," said the
suspicious spinster. "where was Sam when you saw him that
early?"

"Running across our back yard," Janice gasped, telling the exact
truth--but no more.

"Ha!" exploded the other, "What made him run?"