"Where is that?" Walter Crocker asked.
"A quarter of a mile below my cottage. Be there next Thursday night at ten o'clock."
"I'll be waiting," returned the young man. He started to walk away.
"Are you taking your car?" Herman Crocker called after him. "I fixed the wheel."
"Yes, I'll get it now," the young man replied.
As the girls saw Old Herman walk toward the house alone they felt a trifle sorry for him. There was no question as to his misdeeds, yet their sympathies went out to him rather than to Walter Crocker who evidently had been deprived of his rightful inheritance.
Penny and Susan heard the barn doors open and knew that the young man was getting out his car. As he remained in the building longer than seemed necessary, they moved around to a dust covered window and peered curiously inside.
"Why, he's searching for something!" Penny whispered.
Walter Crocker had removed the seat cushions and was examining every inch of the automobile. His face was twisted with worry. The girls could hear him muttering angrily to himself.
"What do you imagine he has lost?" Susan asked in an undertone. "You can tell by the way he acts that it's something important."