“Oh, I’m satisfied all right but I guess it’s like the saying, that when you’re one thing you always want to be something else.”
They were crossing Main Street and Paul spied Ken walking along. Hailing his friend, the detective pulled up to the curb and Ken got into the car. “Where are you two going?” he asked.
“Just going for a ride,” said the detective. “Want to come along?”
“Sure, why not. I have nothing in particular to do right now. I was on my way for a swim, but this is all right.”
“Well, keep your eyes open for a Ford four door sedan, license number S 91 52. Walters is looking for it,” said Paul.
“Stolen?”
“No,” said the detective, “just removed by the wrong party.”
“By the way,” spoke up Paul, “Walters here has come across the mystery man of the white card, the man that looks like Mr. Wilson.”
Ken leaned forward eagerly. “You mean it?” he cried. “Did you arrest him, Walters?”