"Look at the cloth very closely," Penny urged. "Now don't you see?"
"No, I don't."
"Have you forgotten the wick of the toy lantern?"
"The wick——" repeated Susan slowly. "Oh! The cloth is the same!"
"It's the very same weave," Penny nodded. "At least that would be my guess. The wick of that toy lantern might have been made from a scrap of cloth sold from this very bolt of goods!"
"I'd never have noticed a thing like that in a million years," Susan murmured in awe. "Penny, you've uncovered an important clue in your father's case."
"I may be wrong about it," Penny admitted.
She lowered her voice for the storekeeper was coming toward the girls.
"May I show you something in yard goods?" he inquired. "That bolt on the counter is one of our popular pieces."
"Have you sold very much of it?" Penny asked quickly.