“I will if you don’t interrupt. My impression is that he was coming to Water Street this morning also to search for some clues to the fire. But when he saw us there, he naturally watched us to see what we were up to and then followed us.”
Ken shook his head in a gesture of disbelief. Jake, on the other hand mused quietly, trying to untangle the whole situation, but unable to find a starting point. Finally he asked, “Do you think he will continue to follow us, Paul?”
“Can’t tell. He may and he may not.”
After a short time of silence, Jack rose and suggested, “Well, let’s go home for lunch.”
“That’s a bully idea,” cried Ken. “I didn’t realize how hungry I am.”
“All right, I’ll see you boys later,” said Paul.
That evening, immediately after supper, Paul went across the street to call for Ken. As the two boys walked down the street, Paul whispered, “We are being followed.”
Ken gasped. “Captain Bob!” he exclaimed in a hushed tone of voice.
“Don’t know. But for the last half hour I noticed that someone was hovering about the house. And as we came out and walked away, I noticed a form slink out of the shadows and follow us.”
“What do you think we ought to do?”