"Okay."
The curve loomed. Jerry took it smoothly, then glanced up at the mirror. "Now," he said.
Rick reached up and readjusted the mirror so he could see, then settled back. In a few seconds the other car was in sight, too far back for him to see the figures on the license plate, but not so far that he couldn"t see clearly that the plate was from New York, or that the car was the same make and model as the one they had seen in Kelso"s garage. Reflection of light on the windshield made the occupant hazy, but Rick had a good idea who it was.
"Looks like Kelso"s car," he told the others. "Listen, Jerry, don"t go to the paper. Drop us in front of Dean"s Department Store, then go around the block. Go slowly to give us time to find out who this bird is. No, I"ve got a better idea. Park the car. He"ll have to park his if he intends to follow us."
Jerry nodded agreement. "There"s a parking lot next to the store. I"ll swing in there."
Cap"n Mike was grinning from ear to ear. "I"ll be dadblamed if this ain"t just like something I read once," he said. "I knew if I got you two interested we"d have some excitement!"
Jerry chuckled. "What do you think I want to take them into New York for? I usually go swimming on Sat.u.r.day afternoon."
They were at the outskirts of Whiteside now. Jerry slowed speed again, and three minutes later he swung into the parking lot next to Dean"s, in the busiest part of the town. Through the rearview mirror Rick saw the other car go by, heading for a vacant s.p.a.ce at the curb, probably.
He had noticed one a half block down.
The four got out of the car and Jerry took the parking check from the attendant. "Now what?" he asked.
"We walk down the street," Rick directed, "and if we haven"t spotted him by the time we get to Mark"s Supermarket, turn into the store. It has two entrances."
"If we split up, he"d get confused and we"d lose him easy," Jerry suggested. "Then we could meet somewhere."
"Amateur," Scotty scoffed. "We don"t want to lose him. We want to find out who he is."
Rick and Scotty led the way, Cap"n Mike and Jerry following. As they pa.s.sed the parked car, Rick saw the license plate clearly. It was the one he had noticed at Kelso"s. Probably Carrots or Red, he thought.
Maybe both. Without seeming to look around, he noted every possible hiding place where the tracker might wait for them, and decided on the doorway of an office building. There were a half dozen pillars the tracker could use for cover. He waited until they were a half block down from the building, then he turned suddenly as though to speak to the two behind him. Scotty, whose mind worked much the some way, turned at about the same time.
Rick got a quick glimpse of a stocky youth with carrot hair dodging into a doorway. He stopped and said, "Don"t look back. I"ve got him spotted. Let"s go into Mark"s and we"ll figure out how to get rid of him."
"Carrots," Scotty said gleefully. "We"ll have to think of something really cute for that little friend."
"Fiend," Rick corrected.
They turned into the supermarket and mingled with the shoppers. Rick led the way behind a counter stacked high with cereals where they couldn"t be seen. "The meeting is open to suggestions," he said. "We can shake him with no trouble, but that"s too good for him. Any ideas?"
"Lead him on a wild-goose chase," Jerry offered.
Scotty had a grin on his face that boded ill for Carrots Kelso. "I"ve got one. I saw it pulled once. Jerry, do you suppose Mildred is at the office?"
Mildred Clark, the older sister of one of Barby Brant"s closest friends, was the newspaper"s bookkeeper. She had been a visitor at Spindrift several times, accompanying Jerry to picnics or swimming parties.
Jerry looked at his watch. "It"s Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and she usually doesn"t work, but we"re getting out our monthly statements, so she"s probably there."
"Swell. Now how well do you know the cop on this beat?"
"We"re good friends. I gave him a plug in the paper once. He deserved it, but he thinks I did it out of the goodness of my heart."
Scotty"s grin widened. He lowered his voice and rapidly sketched the part each was to play. As he talked, Rick, too, began to grin.
When Scotty had finished, Rick and Cap"n Mike sauntered to the front of the store. Rick glanced through the big plate-gla.s.s windows, but he saw no sign of Carrots. That meant nothing, because Carrots would be a complete cabbagehead to let himself be seen. Rick was sure he was watching. He and Cap"n Mike stood talking for a moment, then Scotty appeared beside them, and said, "Well, here goes--Jerry"s on the phone now," and faded into the crowd again.
Rick let five minutes elapse while he and the Captain stood in plain sight, then he glanced at his watch and motioned to the old seaman.
The two of them went out the front of the store. Long before this, Scotty and Jerry had gone through the side entrance that opened on another street.
Rick waited in front of the store, glancing in now and then, and trying to act impatient. Then he and the Captain started up Main Street at a slow walk. If everything was working out, Carrots would have chosen to follow them rather than to wait at the store for Scotty and Jerry. That was what Rick would have done in his place. He had a hunch Carrots had picked them up in Seaford and had followed them largely because of Cap"n Mike"s presence. It was entirely possible that the Kelsos were equally anxious to know of Captain Killian"s whereabouts. Or perhaps they were just interested in seeing if Cap"n Mike knew where he was.
As they pa.s.sed Dean"s Department Store, Rick glanced into the doorway and saw Mildred Clark. He breathed a little easier. The others had made it on time. And coming down the street toward him was the policeman who always patrolled this beat. Although he knew Rick well, he made no sign.
They neared the entrance of the parking lot and Jerry motioned from behind a car. He was peering down the street behind them. "Watch this!" he said gleefully, and stepped into plain view.
Rick whirled just as Carrots Kelso came abreast of Dean"s doorway.
Mildred stepped out ahead of him. She was a slender, attractive girl, and a good actress, as it proved. She was pulling on gloves, and as is usually the case while so doing, she had her purse tucked under her arm.
She and Carrots were only a yard apart when Scotty appeared from the doorway. He took a long step past Carrots, s.n.a.t.c.hed Mildred"s purse from under her arm, whirled, and handed it to the astonished redhead.
Carrots" reaction was perfect. He took the purse stupidly and stood there with his mouth open.
Scotty vanished back into the doorway. Mildred screamed.
Carrots saw immediately that he was being framed. He turned to run, but forgot to let go of the purse. Mildred screamed again and Carrots sprinted headlong into Duke Barrows. Duke held him for the moment it took for the policeman to arrive.
It was too good to miss. Rick, Jerry, and the Captain walked back down the street toward the confusion, trying hard to conceal their mirth.
Mildred pointed at the purse Carrots still clutched. "That," she proclaimed dramatically, "is my purse!"
"I didn"t take it," Carrots yelled. "Someone handed it to me!"
The officer scowled. "A likely story! Unless you had a confederate.
Where is he?"
Quite a crowd was gathering now. Mildred turned convincingly faint and Duke had to prop her up. Rick"s face was scarlet from choking back laughter, because he was sure Carrots would burst from sheer anger at any moment.
Then Carrots saw him. "You!" he screamed and jerked the policeman"s arm. "There he is! That"s one of them. His friend took my--I mean it was his friend who--"
The officer interrupted. "Do you know this boy?" he asked Rick.
Rick shook his head, his face solemn. "Never saw him before in my life," he said calmly.
Jerry spoke in a stage whisper that could have been heard a block. "A perfect criminal type if I ever saw one."
Cap"n Mike choked and had to turn away.
Rick nudged Jerry and they turned and walked rapidly back to the parking lot. It was time to get going.
Scotty was standing by the car, grinning broadly. Cap"n Mike was weak from laughing. "Y"know," he chortled, "I"ve heard the word "ham" used for actors, but I never got the full meaning until now. Never saw such bad acting in my life, except for the girl. She was almost convincing."
"On our way," Rick said, and laughter bubbled up as they got into the car. As they pulled out into the traffic, they saw Carrots being marched up the street toward the police station, Duke and Mildred walking behind him and the policeman.
"Duke phoned the chief from the paper," Jerry said. "They"ll go through all the motions of booking Carrots and taking his picture, then they"ll throw him in a cell for a while. When he quiets down, the chief will go in and talk to him like a father and point out that crime doesn"t pay, then he"ll let him go with a warning."