“Have you got a few minutes to spare?”
“What for?” asked the boy suspiciously, taking a firmer hold of the rubber tires.
“We want to ask you a few questions.”
“What about?” and the lad backed away.
“About those tires,” and Jerry indicated them.
“Where can we get some like them?”
“At the store where I work, Johnson and Carroll, 236 Main street. It’s just down about two blocks.”
“Are you delivering these tires to some aeroplane owner?” asked Jerry.
“No, I’m taking these back to the store. They were out at the meet in Colton.”
“Colton!” gasped Jerry.