If we abandon the idea of an avenger, and follow Beth's clue, then the murderer is still right here in Millville, and unsuspected by any of his neighbors." "Oh, Louise!" with startled glances over their shoulders.
"Let us be sensible, reasoning girls; not silly things trying to figure out possible romances," continued Louise, with a pretty and impressive assumption of dignity.

"Do you know, I feel that some angel of retribution has guided us to this lonely farmhouse and put the idea into my head to discover and expose a dreadful crime." "Succotash!" cried Patsy, irrelevantly.

"You're romancing this minute, Louise.

The way you figure things out I wouldn't be surprised if you accused me, or Uncle John, any time during the next half hour.

Adopting your last supposition, for the sake of argument, I'm interested to know what inhabitant of sleepy old Millville you suspect." "Don't get flighty, Patricia," admonished Beth.