“You didn’t take down the license number of the blue hit-skip car?”
“Was it blue?” the woman inquired. “Now I told the police, maroon.”
“My information came from a small boy, so he may have been mistaken. Did you notice the woman who offered my father a ride?”
“Oh, yes, she was about my age—around forty.”
“Well dressed?”
“Rather plainly, I would say. But she drove a fine, late-model car.”
“Would you consider her a woman of means?”
“Judging from the car—yes.”
Penny asked many more questions, trying to gain an accurate picture of the woman who had aided her father. She was somewhat reassured when the candy shop owner insisted that Mr. Parker had entered the car of his own free will.
“Did he seem dazed by the accident?” she asked thoughtfully.