Penny stared at her chum for an instant. Then her face relaxed into a broad smile.
"Susan, I have a dandy idea!" she cried. "Fairfax isn't far from here. Let's drive there right now and see if we can't locate that mysterious Mr. Keenan!"
CHAPTER XIII
A Bolt of Cloth
Susan instantly approved of Penny's idea, so the girls drove on toward Fairfax, a small city of several thousand inhabitants. They stopped at a corner drugstore to consult a telephone directory. At least fifteen families by the name of Keenan were listed.
"This isn't going to be as easy as I thought," Penny said in disappointment.
"I suppose we could telephone every Keenan in the book," Susan ventured.
"What could we say?" Penny asked. "'I beg your pardon, but are you the person who took Michael Gladwin to the Orphan's Home?' We'd receive nothing but rebuffs."
"I guess it would be silly," Susan agreed. "Let's give it up."