Taking Penny firmly by an elbow, he pulled her along. Not until they had reached the fence safely did they look back.
In the upper window of the Hawkins’ house a light continued to burn dimly.
“We’re still being watched,” Salt commented. He helped Penny over the fence, disentangling her dress which snagged on a wire. “Whew! That was a close call! That old biddy would have enjoyed putting a bullet through us!”
“She dared to say Louise’s dog hadn’t been seen! All the while her husband stood right there! He’s the one who refused to let us go after Bones this afternoon!”
“Sure?”
“Almost positive.”
“Well, all I can say is the Hawkins’ are mean customers,” Salt sighed. “Stealing a dog probably is right in their line.”
“They’re up to other tricks too!”
“Oh, undoubtedly. Wish we could have learned what was in those cans they were trucking to the city.”
In the press car, speeding toward Riverview, the pair discussed all phases of their night’s adventure. Failure to learn anything about Jerry’s whereabouts worried them.