“Okay,” the man agreed, getting up from the table. “You seem to be on the level.”
“I’ll bring more food tomorrow,” Penny said as an extra inducement. “You must have had a hard time since you’ve been hiding out in the woods.”
“Oh, it’s not so bad once you get used to it,” the man shrugged. “I’ve got a pretty good place to sleep now.”
“Inside a building?” Penny asked curiously.
“An automobile,” the man grinned. “Someone abandoned it in the swamp and I’ve taken possession.”
“An old one, I suppose.”
“Not so old,” Clem Davis answered. “Funny thing, it’s a 1941 Deluxe model with good upholstery. The only thing I can see wrong with it is that the front grill and fenders have been smashed.”
“The car isn’t by chance a gray one?”
“Yes, it is,” the man admitted. “How did you guess?”
“I didn’t guess,” Penny returned soberly. “I have a suspicion that car is the one which killed two people about a year ago. Mr. Davis, you must take me to it at once!”