“No, we didn’t see him,” snapped the woman. “You boys had better go and look somewhere else.”
There was nothing to be gained by arguing with the unsociable trio, so the boys started to leave. But Frank, who had edged close to the open door during the course of the conversation, had glanced into the kitchen and something had caught his eye.
It was a gray cap, hanging on a peg!
CHAPTER XII
Pointed Questions
Frank thought quickly. He must ascertain the truth!
The cap, he was almost sure, was the one his father had worn on the morning he had left home. But he wanted to look at it closely, because he knew he might be mistaken and that it would not do to make any accusations unless he were sure of his ground.
“I’m very thirsty,” he said quickly. “Do you mind if I have a drink?”
Redhead and the woman looked at one another without enthusiasm. It was plain that they wished to get rid of their visitors as soon as possible. But they could not refuse such an innocent and reasonable request.
“Come into the kitchen,” said Redhead grudgingly.