“But do you know the exact way to this farm?” Drew demanded.
“I—I’m sorry, I do not. I—I fell asleep. I—”
“Would you know the barn if you saw it?”
“Oh, yes. Surely. It is a large red barn. The paint is old. There are three cupolas. Five slats from one cupola are gone. I took them out myself.”
“Good! Here’s where the police use an airplane. You’re not afraid to fly?”
The girl sprang to her feet.
“Sit down. Drink this.” He poured a steaming cup of coffee. “Eat these.” He slammed a plate of doughnuts on the table.
He dashed to the phone. One call, then another, and another.
Joyce had just swallowed her third doughnut when Drew seized her and whirled her, dirty rags and all, into a squad car.
“CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!” went the gong. They were away.