CHAPTER II
Help for Holly
Farringdon was a much larger town than Roulsville. Actually, it was a small city and the county seat of a hilly county in northern Pennsylvania. The courthouse, tall and imposing with its clock tower, stood at the corner of Main and Grove streets. Just opposite was the office of the Farringdon Daily Herald where Judy’s brother Horace worked as a reporter. Farther up Grove Street was Dr. Bolton’s combined home and office.
“Which way shall we turn?” Judy asked when they came to the corner.
Holly shook her head. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Maybe my typewriter wasn’t stolen after all.”
“What?” Judy was so surprised that she nearly hit the curb as they turned the corner. “If we aren’t following a typewriter thief, then what are we doing in Farringdon?”
“We are—I mean we were following that green car, and I think my typewriter is in it. It’s just that I—I mean I haven’t told you everything.”
“I should say you haven’t,” Judy agreed. “Maybe Horace would help us for the sake of the story.”
“I’d be glad to have his help,” declared Holly almost too enthusiastically. “There he is now, walking down Grove Street. Oh dear! Is that Honey with him?”
“It usually is,” replied Judy. “They’re practically engaged, you know.”