Here's how I think a certain scene in episode 12 would've made more sense.
"You guys, I think Scarlet may have stolen the ring," Anne said. Her companions looked skeptically at each other.
"Highly doubtful," Tom said. "All signs point to Mr. Beasley. And even if they didn't, her being a suspect is impossible."
"Why's that?"
"Because Scarlet is of the female gender."
"Excuse us?" Anne and Suzie shot him a dirty look.
"What does her being female have to do with it?" Suzie asked. "Personally, I have a hard time buying that she'd steal her own ring, but there's always a possibility."
"No way," Alan laughed, "you know how protective women are of their jewelry, especially something as valuable as that ring!"
"Indubitably," Tom said.
"You're both just being sexist," Anne said hotly, "a woman can be just as good a crook as a man, any time!"
"Now you're just being silly," Suzie admonished her sister. Anne glared at her.
"I thought you were on my side!"
"You are! Being a crook isn't some sort of accomplishment, you're just sore at Tom for being sexist about the whole thing."
"Anne, why can't you simply accept that your claim is based on absolutely nothing?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, sounds like someone's got her panties in a knot over this," Alan snorted, tapping her on the head. Anne growled softly.
"I'm warning you two, if you don't cut it out-"
"Cool it, guys." Suzie held up a hand, realizing that things were about to get ugly. "We're wasting precious time we could be using to tail the suspect." She turned to her sister. "Anne, why do you really think Miss Avondale is the crook?" she asked. Now that she knew she was being taken somewhat seriously, Anne calmed down.
"There's just something about her I don't trust," she said. "I don't know what it is."
"But she seems like a perfectly nice lady," Suzie said. "And Alan's right, us girls can be pretty protective of our jewelry-even you!"
"Remember the bracelet Mom gave you?" Alan asked. Anne nodded, thinking of the simple gold bauble she kept locked away in a wooden box under her bed.
"Well, yeah..."
"So we have absolutely no reason to suspect Miss Avondale," Tom said, "gender nonwithstanding. Someone who values her jewelry as Miss Avondale does couldn't possibly have a hand in this."
"Except it's not really her ring," Anne pointed out. "It belongs to Mr. LeBeau, remember? It's been in his family for generations, not hers." Alan thought for a moment.
"I think she's got a point there, Tommy," he said, poking his brother in the chest. "So you think Miss Avondale might be a gold-digger, then, Annie?"
"Exactly!" Anne said. Tom grumbled slightly, both at being outsmarted and at his brother calling him the dimmimutive of his name.
"That still proves absolutely nothing," he said.
"Besides," Suzie added, "we barely know Miss Avondale, so how can we judge her as a gold-digger?"
"We barely know her, so how can we be sure she's not?" Anne asked.
"Look," Tom sighed. "This is getting us absolutely nowhere. Anne, if you're so sure Miss Avondale is the culprit, we'll investigate her. But for now, I suggest we follow Mr. Beasley and consider him our prime suspect until we have any sort of proof one way or the other."
The other three looked at each other and nodded.
"Sounds fair," Anne said, just as Beasley entered their line of sight. "Hey, there he is!"
"Let us pursue the suspect while he is still within our line of sight," Tom said, then turned to Anne. "Listen, I-"
"Later." She took his hand, squeezing slightly as if to say no hard feelings. Alan and Suzie shrugged and followed them down the road, making sure not to lose sight of Beasley.
They were Chans, after all, and their goal was always to crack the case no matter what they disagreed on.