“Thanks for the suggestion, Uncle,” Dorothy locked the ignition. “But I think we’ll keep just as far away from Mr. Lewis’ property as we can, for the present.”
“Do you think he really is mixed up with J. J. J. in this business?” Bill asked her.
“Can’t say—it certainly looks like it—and we’ll take no unnecessary chances.”
“How about the chances we’ll take in breaking into Nearma?”
“I said unnecessary! Anyway, I’m the one that’s going in there.”
“But look here, Dorothy! Do you think I’m going to let you walk into that place alone?”
“Not alone, old dear. Uncle Abe is coming with me.”
“Oh, is he? And what am I to do while you’re in the house mixing it up with those thugs? Do you expect me to stick out here with the car and see that somebody doesn’t steal the tires?”
Dorothy looked amused. Bill was annoyed with her and she did not blame him. “You’ll have plenty to do, Bill.” She gave his shoulder a good-natured pat and sprang out of the car.
“Come on, both of you. I’ll explain my plan as we go. Lead the way, Uncle Abe. I want to get to the kitchen door without being seen from the house if possible.”