“Yes, it does! Almost exactly.”
“Then I’d like to talk with him.”
“Come into the cottage,” invited Penny. “I’ll call Mrs. Weems.”
Summoned from the kitchen, the housekeeper listened to Mr. Moyer’s request that he be permitted to see the injured man.
“If you are a government investigator I suppose it will be all right,” she said reluctantly. “But the doctor’s orders were that he was to be kept absolutely quiet.”
“I’ll only ask a question or two,” promised Mr. Moyer.
“Is Joe wanted on a criminal charge?” the housekeeper asked.
“I was sent to check up on a man who calls himself Joe Landa. That’s all I can tell you.”
From the kitchen came the unmistakable odor of scorching potatoes. Mrs. Weems ran to jerk the pan from the stove.
“Penny, you see if Joe is awake yet,” she called over her shoulder.