watched.â
âElizabeth would remind us to pray, of course,â Sydney added. âAnd to guard what we say so that we donât falsely accuse anyone.â
âYes, and sheâd probably quote that scripture she loves so muchâ¦âVengeance is mine; â¦saith the Lord.ââ Kate smiled, just thinking about her friend. Elizabeth loved the Lord so much, and it showed in everything she said and did.
âWhat about McKenzie?â Sydney asked.
âShe would keep searching for clues till she found the culprit!â Kate explained. âYou know McKenzie! She would examine the motives of every suspect until she solved the case.â
âCan we call a meeting of the Camp Club Girls in our chat room tonight?â Sydney asked. âDoes the inn have Internet access?â
âUncle Ollie has a wireless router,â Kate said. âI know, because Iâve already checked my e-mail on my wristwatch.â
âYour wristwatch?â Sydney looked at her curiously.
âYes, remember?â Kate stopped walking long enough to hold up her watch. âI have an Internet wristwatch. One of my dadâs students at Penn State invented it. Heâs a robotics professor, you know.â
âI know, I know.â Sydney laughed. âAnd youâre going to be one when you grow up, too!â
âYep,â Kate agreed. She looked at her watch once more. âI have to be close to a wireless signal to get online on my wristwatch,â she explained. âWeâre too far from the house now or Iâd show you how it works.â
Sydney grinned. âOkay, Inspector Gadget! I always forget youâve got such cool stuff.â
Kate laughed when Sydney called her by the familiar funny nickname. âWell, thatâs what happens when your dad is into electronics like mine is! He gives me all of his old stuffâcell phones, digital recorders, mini-cams, and all that kind of stuffâwhen one of his students invents something better. And this watchâ¦â She glanced down at it with a smile. âItâs the coolest gadget of all. I can check my webmail and even send instant messages with it.â
âAnd check the time, too!â Sydney chuckled. âWhich is about all I can do on my watchâ¦period!â
âSpeaking of the time, I think itâs nearly time to meet Uncle Ollie and Dad in the big red barn out back.â Kate squinted to catch a glimpse of the building through the haze of the drifting snow. âTheyâre in the workshop.â
âWhy are we meeting them, again?â Sydney asked.
âI think Uncle Ollie wants to introduce us to someone. Thereâs a neighborhood boy whoâs been helping him with some of his projects. I think his name is Michael. Weâre supposed to be nice to him.â She shrugged, unsure of what to say next.
âIs he cute?â Sydney asked with a twinkle in her eye.
Kate shrugged. âI donât know. Could be. I just know that Uncle Ollie said heâs kind of a loner.â She shivered against a suddenly cold wind that tossed some loose snow in her face.
âA loner?â Sydney wrinkled her nose. âMeaning, he doesnât have any friends? Thatâs kind of weird.â
âMaybe.â Kate sighed. âMolly told me heâs just sad because his grandfather died last month. So Uncle Ollieâs been playing a grandfatherly role in his life. I think thatâs pretty nice, actually.â
âOh, I see.â Sydney looped her arm through Kateâs. âWell, why didnât you just say so? Iâll be extra-nice to him. Poor guy.â
With Biscuit on their heels, the girls trudged through the now-thick snow to get to the barn. Kate pulled back the door, amazed at what she found inside.
âDoesnât look like any barn Iâve ever seen!â Sydney said with a look of wonder on her face.
âI know.â They stood for a