"I cannot say a word! My lips are sealed!" said the detective in a solemn tone.
Percy was impressed. The man in drab quite came up to his idea of a detective.
"By the way," said his companion, "I want to call on Mr. and Mrs. Avery, who, I understand, know something of the boy's early life."
"They live there—in that small house. I'll go with you."
"No, I prefer to go alone. One can't be too careful."
"All right," said Percy. "I wonder what under the canopy Jed's been doing? It's likely he'll have to go to jail."
CHAPTER XXXV. MRS. AVERY'S STORY.
The detective crossed the street, walked up a tiny footpath and rang the bell of the small house.