“Jerry just came in,” Peg explained. “He got [[92]]to shivering and couldn’t stand it any longer. He was telling us about the boy that you followed. Who was it?”
The panting newcomer dropped wearily into a chair.
“Gosh, I’m tired!” He gave a jerky laugh. “Where do you suppose I’ve been?”
“Tell us,” urged Peg.
“First,” I put in, “tell us who the boy was.”
Scoop shook his head.
“I don’t know, Jerry.”
“Didn’t you follow him home?” I inquired, disappointed.
“Sure thing.”
“Then you ought to know who he is.”