Ken left the store much excited. He walked briskly till he came upon the boys. They fell in alongside of him. “Well?” asked Paul.
“His name is Mr. Grey,” gasped Ken.
“What else?”
“That’s all. The woman did not tell me any more.”
“But the name alone is not enough,” cried Jack. “What does he do? Where does he live?”
“I couldn’t ask her such questions,” Ken defended himself. “She would become suspicious and tell me nothing.”
“Let’s not argue,” cautioned Paul. “At least we have his name, that’s something. Did the woman in the store seem to know him?”
“Yes. I should imagine from the way she spoke that she knew him well.”
“She didn’t mention anything, else?” asked Jack.
“No.”