“Lou, I think that man was Clem Davis. By rights I should tell the sheriff, but I can’t bring myself to do it—not after the way he saved Adelle.”
“Never mind all that now,” Louise said, forcing Penny toward the car. “You must go home and change your wet clothes.”
“But I want to find Clem Davis and talk with him!”
“That will have to wait. You’re going home!” Taking her chum firmly by the arm, Louise pushed her into the car.
At the Parker home, Penny changed her clothes, discussing the day’s events as she dried her hair. Adelle’s accusation had not escaped her, and she had taken it more seriously than did others in the crowd.
“Perhaps that child knew what she was talking about!” she declared to Louise. “Blake’s car may have been the one which killed her parents!”
“Oh, Penny, you’re so hopelessly prejudiced against the man,” her chum replied.
“Maybe I am, but Adelle is the only person who can identify the hit-run motorist.”
“Even so, you know she probably is not a reliable witness.”
“I’ll grant that her accident today may have upset her emotionally,” Penny conceded. “After she recovers, I’m curious to learn what she’ll have to say.”