“A pity that policeman wasn’t looking for Hank Biglow,” Penny muttered.
“I thought for a minute he was,” responded Louise, stooping to fasten the buckle of her heavy overshoe. “At least Hank acted peculiar.”
“You heard what the cashier said to him?”
“About the cargo he carried?”
“Yes,” nodded Penny, “what do you suppose he meant?”
“Don’t you think it was intended as a joke?”
“It didn’t seem that way to me, Lou. Hank took offense at the remark. He was as nervous as a cat, too.”
Penny stared curiously at the big truck which was parked not far from the police car.
“I wonder what can be in those big boxes, Lou?”
“A few minutes ago you said they contained tools or defense plant products.”