“The girl went off some’eres in Whitefield’s auto. Didn’t git back till some time in the mornin’.... But we got him.”
“Eh?”
“We got him—the perfessor.”
Fownes considered that. They had the professor—but he was worse than useless alone, he was a menace. So long as Carmel Lee was at liberty, Evan Pell, as a prisoner, was a constant danger. No telling what the girl would do. Besides, she was allied with Jared Whitefield—and Whitefield was no man to overlook. Abner scowled.
“Where is he?”
“Out to Peewee’s.”
“He went out there?”
“Came spyin’ around. Kind of clever about it, too. We almost missed him.... But we didn’t?”
“Is he hurt?”
“Mussed up some. No hurt to speak of.”