“I’d rather wait until Thursday and see some new ones,” replied Perry. “Come over to the house for a while, Fudge.”
“Aren’t you going on with this?” asked Fudge surprisedly.
“Well, he’s gone, hasn’t he?”
“That doesn’t keep us from having a look at his hiding place, does it? We’ll go around there and reconnoiter. Come on.”
But Perry held back.
“I wouldn’t want him to think we were snooping on him, Fudge.”
“He won’t know. We’ll just track him to his lair but we won’t let on we’re after him. It’s a good idea to know where to find him in case we want him. And we’d ought to find out whether there’s more than one way for him to get in and out.”
“I know there is. There’s a front door and a back. The back door lets out into that little alley next to Cosgrove’s store on Common Street.”
“Cosgrove’s? Ha!” Fudge stopped abruptly and tried to look as much like his favorite hero, “Young Sleuth,” as possible. “That’s it, then!”