the soul of chivalry, and now you're proving it! What are you going to
do--to find out things, I mean?"

"I don't know yet, Win. But if you want to help me, you can do a lot."

"Indeed, she won't!" declared Aunt Lucy. "If you have to do these
things as a matter of business, I can't object. But I won't have
Winnie dragged into it."

"No dragging, Aunt Lu, and nothing very desperate for Winnie to do.
But, I'd be jolly glad if both of you would just glance out of the
window occasionally and see if you see anything going on at the Van
Allen house, that's all."

"Oh, I'll do that!" Winnie cried. "Nobody can see me, I'll keep behind
our curtains, and I can see that house perfectly well."

"I don't mean all the time, child. But I do feel sure that Vicky Van
will come back there, and if you glance out now and then, you might
see her go in or out."

"But it's dark," said Aunt Lucy, who was becoming interested, in spite
of her scruples.

"I don't mean to-night, or any night. But in the daytime. She's likely
to come, if at all, in broad daylight, I think."

"Aren't the police keeping guard on the house?" inquired my aunt.

"Only the regular patrolman. He passes it every few hours, joggles the