Regina turned to Fanning.
"Do you think that odious boy suspects anything?" she asked.
"I guess he does. But he can't prove a thing, so that's all the good it
will do him," scoffed Fanning, "and besides, if they get too gay we've got
a marked bill that will make it very unpleasant for a certain young
aviator."
CHAPTER XVIII.
A BOLT PROM THE BLUE.
The broken ankle which both Peggy and Roy had dreaded, turned out to be
only a sprain--affecting the same unlucky ankle that had been injured on
the desert. This was a big relief, as a broken joint would have kept Roy
effectually out of the aeroplane tests, as part of the machinery of the
_Golden Butterfly_ was controlled by foot pressure.
A council of war was in progress on the porch of the Prescott home. The
participants were the inseparable four. Peggy and Roy, the latter with his
injured foot on a stool, and Jess and Jimsy. They had been discussing the
case against Mortlake and Fanning Harding. All agreed that things looked
as black against them as could be, but--where was the proof? There was not
an iota of evidence against them that would hold water an instant before
impartial judges.
"It's positively depressing," sighed Jess, "to know that people have done
mean things and not be able to get an atom of proof against them.
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