"We thought of looking his house over," Rick said.
"I wouldn't do that," Jerry replied quickly.
"Why not?"
"You said he left of his own accord, didn't you? You can bet he locked his house up tight. If you try to get in, you'll be guilty of breaking and entering. And even if he left a door open, you've no right to go in. You can bet the neighbors will be on the phone to the constable's office if they see anyone fooling around the house."
"You're right," Rick agreed gloomily.
"There goes his mate now," Cap'n Mike said. "Must have been at the hearing." He pointed to a slender man in a cap and lumberjack's shirt who was crossing the street in front of town hall.
"Think he told you all he knows?" Rick asked.
Cap'n Mike rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Don't know. Maybe he did, and again maybe not. Chick's a quiet one. Never says much and there's no way of telling what goes on inside his head."
"Let's follow him," Scotty suggested.
Jerry looked at him. "What for?"