“It’s downright wicked.”
“Any chance,” the hoarse voice asked, “of running into other cars out there?”
“None,” the doctor assured him; and abruptly the car, rattling loosely, was gone.
The blind man pushed the mower aside and walked thoughtfully to the porch. At noon Joe arrived, breathless.
“Uncle David! I took a look into the cobbled road before school this morning. That car was there again, hidden behind the cottonwoods.”
“I think,” Dr. Stone said, “I’ll walk into town this afternoon.”
Something dark and sinister was going on under cover, and it was time somebody spoke to Police Captain Tucker and the bank. Lady, as though sensing a need for speed, led him toward the village at a pace faster than the pace of a man with sight. Suddenly heavy, rapid footfalls grew loud and clear. Somebody was running with mad haste. Somebody——? The doctor’s ears, sharp as only a blind man’s are sharp, picked a familiar rhythm from the furious stride.
“Joe! Why aren’t you at school?”
The boy panted. “Wanted—to tell you—the bank——” Breath failed him.
“Robbed?” Dr. Stone demanded sharply.