“It certainly looked like the leg of our lady table,” declared Judy, “but I won’t be really sure until I see it by daylight. Horace wouldn’t believe me, either, but he did agree to go back there with me tomorrow. I wish you could come with us, Peter. There’s an orphanage just over the hill, and if that boy is still missing—”
“What boy?” asked Peter. “You didn’t tell me anything about a missing boy.”
“His name is Danny. That’s all I know. We were asked to watch for him on our way home.”
“I’ll check and see if he returned. Unofficially, of course. I’ll be in the neighborhood.”
“So will I,” declared Judy.
Peter advised her to wait until another day when he could go with her, but she promised to be careful.
“I won’t fall in the pond, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” she told him. “I’ll just walk out there on the beaver dam and make sure of what I saw.”
Finally Peter was persuaded. In the morning he drove Judy to Farringdon. She was in the Post Office looking at the faces of the men wanted by the FBI when Horace walked in and greeted her.
“I thought I’d find you here,” he remarked dryly. “See anyone you know?”
“Of course not,” Judy replied with a laugh. “It’s Peter’s job to hunt for these men, not mine.”