“I guess you’re afraid someone will see you,” the boy commented.
“Not exactly afraid,” corrected Penny. “But this way will be best.”
The boat moved quietly along the high bank, well out of sight of those who stood by the drawbridge.
“The cops were here this morning,” volunteered the boy as he pulled at the oars.
“You saw them visit the estate?” Penny questioned.
“Sure, there were four of ’em. They drove up in a police car and they made old Thorndyke let the bridge down so they could go across.”
“Are the policemen at the estate now?”
“No, they left again in about an hour. What do you suppose they wanted over there?”
“Well, now, I couldn’t guess,” replied Penny. “Like as not they only wished to ask a few questions. Are the Kippenbergs at home?”
“I saw Mrs. Kippenberg drive away right after the police left.”