"That's exactly it. If you'll help me?"
"Certainly I will. But we may get into trouble--I mean it is likely to be dangerous work."
"Does that bother you?"
"I'd hate to have you get hurt--"
"I won't do anything on my own without telling you first. We'll work together. Does that suit your highness?"
"You bet! Where do we go from here?"
"Back to my house. We'll go down the alley and hop in your car. I want to ride up to our garage. I've got another hunch."
"The kid's clever," remarked Bill admiringly. "Want to tell me? I haven't a glimmer."
They turned out of the alley into Main Street before Dorothy answered.
"Suppose you guess," she suggested teasingly as she stepped into the car. "Or, better still, now that you've become my aviation instructor, I'll even things up and give you a short course in sleuthing."