“Well, maybe, I won’t. But I’ll take a look, just the same,” replied the constable.
They all went with him while he looked over the place where the carriage had been left just before Baby May was stolen from it. As Bert had said, there was little in the way of clews, or anything to tell who the kidnapper was or which way she had gone.
That it was the strange woman with the faded shawl and the green umbrella, every one felt sure.
“I’ve heard something about that old woman hanging around these parts,” the constable said, “but I’ve never laid eyes on her. This time I hope I do.”
“I’m going to help in the search,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “My son and I will go off in our auto, but of course we’ll act under your orders, Mr. Denton, as you are in charge.”
“Well, I don’t know that I have any special orders,” the constable said slowly. “The main thing is to catch that old woman and get back the baby.”
“Oh, yes, I want Baby May back!” sighed Mrs. Bobbsey.
“And I want her, too,” said Flossie, with tears in her eyes.
“Have you an automobile, Mr. Denton?” asked the father of the Bobbsey twins.
“Well, some folks call it that, and then again they speak of it as a tin Lizzie,” chuckled the constable. “It gets me where I want to go and back again. Well, we’d better start if we’re going,” he added.