Cecilia Adler finally heard the answer she was waiting for. "Oh, I just remembered I have something to do. I've got to go now."
"Oh, take care."
"Okay! Goodbye." On her way home, Cecilia couldn't stop thinking about Ian Quincy.
'Could he have gotten into trouble for helping me sell those stamps?'
'But I saw him buying books just yesterday. How do I explain that?'
'Should I tell his parents?'
She agonized over it for a long time before deciding to keep it a secret.
Ian Quincy had earned a salary at the farm for ten years. What if he'd used all his savings to buy a quiet place of his own? If she spoke up, she would expose him.
'As for the black market... I'll have to handle it myself.'
First, she found Mrs. Lewis, the one who had told her the black market's location. "Mrs. Lewis, not visiting relatives today?"
"Finished my visits yesterday. Why didn't you go?"
