“This is the Boston Pike?”
“We’ve been traveling the Boston Pike for a long time—but I guess that knowledge won’t help you much if you ever wanted to find the house again.”
“We’re about due at Matteawan, aren’t we?”
Dimmock laughed at that, and the laugh was echoed by the girl.
“I had to tell the taxicab driver something,” said Dimmock.
“This is quite a plot you’re working out,” pursued Matt.
“It was rather hastily evolved by Tibbits, but it seems to be doing the work.”
“Tibbits, if I’ve got it right, is the man with McGlory?”
“You’ve got it right.”
“Did you bring my chum from Liberty Street?”