“Telephoned the office, and someone told him to try the hospital.”
“Who owns the car, Salt?”
“A woman by the name of Sarah Jones, Route 3, Crissey Road.
“Crissey Road! Why, that’s out near the swamp, not far from Trapper Joe’s place! I recall seeing the name on a signpost when Louise and I were out there this afternoon.”
“All roads lead to the swamp tonight,” Salt commented. “I’m worried about Jerry. I called the office and he hasn’t shown up there.”
“Then he must have started for Caleb Corners! Salt, we’re wasting time!”
“We sure are,” he agreed. “Let’s go!”
The press car had been parked in a circular area fifty yards from the hospital. Salt and Penny ran to it, and soon were on their way, speeding into the night on a deserted, narrow road.
CHAPTER
9
THE WIDOW JONES
Caleb Corners scarcely was a stopping point on the narrow, dusty, county highway.