“How about that Joe? Doesn’t Mr. Maynard know anything about him?”
“He says not. Suppose we tell Mrs. Heard, and she’ll tell Mr. Collinger. Joe Dawson has sometimes worked for Jim Brady, the big politician. Mr. Collinger must know if Brady is one of the men who have been trying to get those maps and the papers away from him.”
“Well,” said Agnes, “I hope we can help bring those auto thieves to book.”
“Guess Mr. Collinger is more worried about his maps—if they got them.”
“Oh, Neale! suppose they should steal our car? Wouldn’t it be dreadful? We must catch them.”
Neale laughed. “You’re going to be a regular detective when you grow up, Aggie. I can see that,” he said.
“Put up the hammer, little boy,” advised Agnes. “Do you know that it has been decided when we are to start on our tour?”
“No. When?”
“Mrs. Heard telephoned that she will be ready to-morrow. We shall start some time the following day, so Ruthie just said.”
“Good!” declared the boy. “Say, Aggie! we’re bound to have a dandy time.”