"After tea," suggested Mrs. Witherbee, "if it's really necessary, you can have the launch and go over to look after the cauliflower."
"It's not necessary!" exclaimed Kellogg hastily. "It's not a bit chilly this afternoon—not a bit."
Rosalind gently detached Polly from the circle and led her along the porch.
"Get that man aside," she ordered, "and pump him."
Polly quailed.
"You must! We've simply got to find out something about him. And you're the only one to do it; you're supposed to know him."
"But—did you see Mr. Morton? He recognized him."
"He pretended to," declared Rosalind. "And that's one of the things I want to know something about. That makes two people who have pretended to know him. Are you quite sure, Polly, that you're not mistaken?"
"Rosalind!"
"Oh, well, I suppose you're not. At any rate, it's your business to do some investigating."