“You mean you didn’t find out anything?” Jack was serious and anxious.
Paul shook his head. “Not a thing. The old man beat around the bush and finally confessed that he didn’t know anyone by the name of Mr. Grey.”
“And you fellows accused me of not obtaining enough information,” Ken joked. “At least I found out what his name is.”
The boys were discouraged. “Now what?” asked Jack in a tone of hopelessness.
His companions did not know what to do next and rather than talk about it, they walked along silently. They came to the street on which Jack lived and he said he was going home. Ken said, “No, don’t do that. It’s early yet.”
“Oh, I thought I would go home and putter around with my dad’s car; it needs some work done on it.”
“I’ll tell you what,” commented Ken. “Let’s go over and speak to your father, Paul. He is a doctor and knows a lot of people in town. Perhaps he might tell us something.”
Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Yes, we can do that. But I don’t think he has many patients in this neighborhood.”
“And if he doesn’t know,” continued Ken, “we might go over and see Chief of Police Bates. He knows me and I am sure we could get to see him.”
Paul shook his head. “I don’t think we ought to see Chief Bates. He might ask us a lot of questions, worm the story out of us and then laugh at us or call us crazy kids.”