"Yes, I think he might, Dad. At any rate, Mrs. Havers could establish definitely whether or not he is Michael Gladwin."
"Your plan is a good one," Mr. Nichols said after a moment's reflection. "We'll start right away if we can locate Michael."
"He usually walks down to the village after supper," Penny declared anxiously. "I hope he hasn't left yet."
Michael was just starting away from the cottage when Mr. Nichols and the girls arrived. The detective stopped him, explaining that they would like to have his company on a motor trip to a distant town.
"I don't enjoy changing a tire at night," Mr. Nichols said. "While I'm not looking for trouble, I'd like to have a handy man along just in case something happens."
"I'll be very glad to go, sir," replied Michael.
"You might be getting the car from the garage," Mr. Nichols directed. "I'll be along in a minute."
He started for the cottage after his light overcoat. Mrs. Masterbrook sat rocking back and forth on the porch.
"I hope you're ready for your supper now," she said tartly.
"I've not time to eat it, Mrs. Masterbrook. I am sorry to have annoyed you this way."