Frowning, the reporter started to cross the street just as an automobile bearing Texas license plates went past, close to the curb. As Jerry leaped backwards to safety, the automobile halted. Two men occupied the front seat, and the driver, a well-dressed man of fifty, leaned from the window.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said, addressing Jerry, “we’re trying to locate a boy named Ted Wiegand. He and his sister may be living with a family by the name of Breen. Could you tell me how to find them?”
“Sorry, but I can’t,” Jerry answered. “I never heard either of the names.”
“Why, I know both Ted and Rhoda Wiegand,” Penny interposed quickly. “They’re living at the Dorset Tourist Camp.”
“How do we get there?” the driver of the Texas car inquired.
Jerry provided the requested information. Thanking him, the stranger and his companion drove on down the street.
“I wonder who they can be?” Penny speculated, staring after the car. “And why did they come all the way from Texas to see Rhoda and Ted?”
“Friends of yours?” Jerry asked carelessly.
“I like Rhoda very much. Ted seems to be a rather questionable character. I wonder—”
“You wonder what?” the reporter prompted, helping Penny into the parked automobile.