"We don't know the number. It was a blue sedan."
"Who did it belong to?"
"Isaac Fussy, the rich old fisherman."
"I've seen that car," said the trooper. "I'd recognize it anywhere. It didn't pass along this road. You've been following it?"
"We were right behind it until we had a spill a few miles back. That held us up for a while."
"I see. Well, the car has probably got away by a side road. I'll report it at headquarters, anyway."
He turned briskly away and went over to the Packard, getting into the front seat and taking his place at the wheel. The two detectives followed.
"You'll hear from us again in a day or so," said one gruffly to Mr. Dodd. "See that you stay here."
"I have nothing at all to fear. I didn't steal the car."
"You can tell that in court. Tell your boy to think up a better yarn about the fishing rod."