“I’m not making any direct accusations,” Penny replied evenly. “No doubt you can explain where you got the melons.”
“Certainly I can. I bought a truck load of them from a farmer named John Toby. The melons were good, the price cheap, and I didn’t pay any attention to the stamp.”
“Is Mr. Toby a regular dealer?”
“I buy from him now and then, when his prices are right. I never bothered to ask any questions.”
“Where does the man live?”
“I can’t tell you that. He’s a large, heavy-set fellow with brown hair and eyes.”
The description was too meagre to be of value to Penny.
“Does Mr. Toby drive a red truck?” she inquired thoughtfully.
“He did this last time.”
“It was a red truck which was stolen from the Davis farm,” Penny said quietly. “I’m sure these melons came from there too.”