"Once one of yours got into our washing somehow," Susan defended her theory. "Don't you remember I was using it for one of my own until you happened to notice it?"
"That was different," Penny replied. "I'll venture this is Michael's handkerchief all right."
"Oh, you're too suspicious," laughed Susan. "Remember that wild chase we had to Glenhaven just because you thought Michael might be hiding something about his past."
"I'm not sure that it was a wild chase at all," Penny answered soberly. "If you recall, Michael fitted into Mrs. Havers story quite nicely—everything except his last name. And now the initials of this handkerchief could stand for Michael Gladwin."
"Why, that's so," Susan murmured in astonishment. "But it doesn't seem reasonable! What has Michael done that he's ashamed to have his true name known?"
"I may be jumping at another one of my false conclusions," Penny admitted. "Anyway, I think I'll keep this handkerchief."
"If only we had a picture of Michael we might send it to Mrs. Havers for identification," Susan said thoughtfully.
"I was thinking of that," Penny nodded. "We'll get a picture today."
"How? By telling Michael that you've suddenly taken a great fancy to him?"
"We'll take a snapshot. Fortunately I brought my camera along when we came to Kendon."