"That's a go, teacher," grinned Bill. The car rolled up the hill past the white Memorial Cross on the village green. "But to a mere amateur in crime it looks as though you had barged into a pretty good mystery, no kidding."
"Sh--" commanded Dorothy. "Sherlock Holmes is thinking."
"Don't strain anything," Bill advised as he stepped on the accelerator.
Dorothy did not retort to this thrust, but remainder wrapped in her thoughts for the remainder of the ride. Bill turned the car into the Dixon's drive before she spoke again.
"Keep on to the garage, please."
"Right-oh! Still sleuthing, I take it?"
"Yes."
"What is the big idea?"
"Wait and see."
He drew up under the arching elms with the glare of their headlights focussed upon the closed garage doors. Dorothy sprang out and ran forward.