“Hardly, sir. I have the licenses, and the title; I think it would be best for me, as owner, to attend to the matter myself.”
“Very well. You can go with Stokes this afternoon.”
“There’s just one objection,” replied Harry. “The garage owner is not there during the day. He does not arrive until after eight or nine o’clock. I believe that shortly after nine would be the best time to see him.”
“All right. Stokes will take you over to Harvey’s Wharf when you wish to go. You can walk down to the village — there is a short cut, I believe. Isn’t that so, Stokes?”
Harry’s gaze turned toward the man with the twisted face. Stokes grunted an affirmative reply. His eyes were fixed on Harry; yet his features betrayed no suspicion.
The professor made a notation on a pad:
“Vincent out at nine o’clock,” he muttered. Then, speaking aloud, he said to Harry:
“Did I remind you, Vincent, that I would like you to stay in the house after eight o’clock, unless you notify me beforehand?”
“Very well, sir. I didn’t know that.”
“Ah!” The professor’s exclamation showed the quickness of his mind. “Did you go out last night, Vincent?”