“Maybe,” says I, “he’s back of the granddaughter’s disappearance.”
Poppy considered that for a moment or two, then slowly shook his head.
“I hardly think so, Jerry. For you must remember that he was dumb on her trip here until Ma spilt the beans over the telephone. And to that point, it may have been information that he was after this morning more than anything else.”
“Information about the girl?”
“Sure thing.”
“He didn’t get much out of Ma.”
“He knows that she’s coming.”
“Gee! I wish we could find her.”
“I haven’t much hopes that we will.”
“But you said we would,” I reminded.