She didn’t say that her husband might be one of the agents in it. Usually they worked in pairs and rode in an official car equipped with a two-way radio.
Looking back, as she left the orphanage, Judy could see a group of children who had stopped their play to watch her. She called out a brief greeting and hurried on. A strange feeling had taken possession of her. She felt she had cheated Peter out of an interesting assignment. Was that his official car pulling up to the side of the road? It was. He and another agent stepped out.
“Oh, Peter! I’ve gone and done it again,” she told him penitently. “We just brought Danny home.”
“That’s great!” he exclaimed. “Where was he all night?”
“At the beaver dam.”
Judy would have said more, but the other agent broke in with, “We’d better question him, anyway,” and Peter agreed.
“I hope he tells you more than he did us,” Judy called after them as they started up the walk toward the orphanage.
Afterwards she wondered why Peter hadn’t asked her about the lady table leg. Neither of the two agents had questioned Horace. It was probably just as well. He was in a hurry to get home and let her drive while he sat and shivered.
“Peter can have those beavers for all I care. One dip in their pond was enough for me,” he complained from within the folds of his blanket.
“It’s a funny thing,” Judy told him, “but the matron says the police helped her look for Danny at the beaver dam. I told Peter he was there all night, but maybe he wasn’t.”