“Gone!” he squeaked.
“He didn’t stay here more than ten or fifteen minutes.”
“But we thought he had come to clear up the mystery.”
“I don’t think he knows half as much about this mystery as you boys imagine.”
Poppy looked at me.
“Shall we tell her, Jerry?”
“I think we ought to,” I waggled.
This talk stirred up the woman’s curiosity.
“You boys act as though you have a secret,” she leaned forward.
“Not only one,” laughed Poppy, “but a whole case of ’em.” Then he added, with a curious look at the woman: “Didn’t your smeller put you wise to anything about the doctor, Mrs. Doane?”