hiding
something about his past."

"I'm not sure that it was a wild chase at all," Penny answered soberly.
"If you recall, Michael fitted into Mrs. Havers story quite
nicely--everything except his last name. And now the initials of this
handkerchief could stand for Michael Gladwin."

"Why, that's so," Susan murmured in astonishment. "But it doesn't seem
reasonable! What has Michael done that he's ashamed to have his true
name known?"

"I may be jumping at another one of my false conclusions," Penny
admitted. "Anyway, I think I'll keep this handkerchief."

"If only we had a picture of Michael we might send it to Mrs. Havers
for identification," Susan said thoughtfully.

"I was thinking of that," Penny nodded. "We'll get a picture today."

"How? By telling Michael that you've suddenly taken a great fancy to
him?"

"We'll take a snapshot. Fortunately I brought my camera along when we
came to Kendon."

"Do you have a film?"

"Yes, it's all loaded ready to go."

"Then let's get our prey!" laughed Susan. "But Michael may refuse."

"He shouldn't unless we make him suspicious. Mind, not a word about
the handkerchief."

The girls went directly to the cottage for Penny's camera. First they
flattered Mrs. Masterbrook by requesting her picture. The housekeeper
posed on the porch steps.

"We'd like your picture too," Penny said to Michael who was standing
near.

"I'd break your camera," the young man laughed good-naturedly.

"Oh, don't be silly," Susan cried, and catching him by the hand, pulled
him up on the porch.

Penny snapped the picture. To make certain that she would have a good
one, she took still another.

"That's enough," declared Michael moving away.

Mrs. Masterbrook lingered on the porch, hoping that the girls would
take another picture of her. However, they had no intention of wasting
any film.

"Let's get it developed right away," Susan declared.

"There's one more picture I'd like to take just to make the record
complete," Penny announced as she and her chum walked away from the
cottage.

"Whose?" asked Susan.

"Herman Crocker's."

"It would be interesting to keep it as a souvenir of your vacation,"
Susan agreed. "But try to get it!"

"I believe I could."

"You'd try anything."

"We'll have an hour before the sun is low," Penny declared, glancing
toward the western horizon. "Come on, let's go there now."

"I don't like the idea a bit," Susan complained but she all