“Too much like doing home-work,” Penny grinned, but she spread the document on the desk and began to read various names aloud. “‘Anna and Harry Clark to Lydia Goldwein, Lydia Goldwein to Benjamin Bowman—’”
“What was that name?” Mr. Parker demanded sharply.
“Benjamin Bowman.” Penny peered at the document a second time to make certain she had made no mistake. “That’s the truth, Dad. Who knows, maybe it’s your old pal, Ben!”
“Are you making up that name?” Mr. Parker asked skeptically.
Penny thrust the abstract into his hand. “Here, read it for yourself, Dad. Bowman seems to be the present owner of the land.”
Mr. Parker rapidly scanned the document.
“The land is held by a Benjamin Bowman,” he admitted, frowning. “A strange coincidence.”
“I never heard of a Bowman family living near Riverview,” Penny remarked, reaching for a telephone book. “Did you?”
“No, but Bowman is a fairly common name.”
Turning to the “B” section Penny went through the telephone list.