"If you're determined to make a fuss, I should advise you to see my father—his name is Christopher Nichols."
"Nichols, the detective?"
Penny could not restrain a smile for it was easy to see that the name had startled the belligerent driver.
"Yes," she admitted.
With a scowl, the man returned paper and pencil to his pocket, not bothering to copy down the entire license number.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" he muttered, climbing back into his car.
"You didn't ask me."
The man drove away, while Penny and Susan, after making a careful examination of the roadster, continued toward the Gage Galleries.
"I guess it was lucky I had slowed down before we met that fellow," Penny remarked. "Otherwise I couldn't have stopped in time to avert a crash."
"Do you think he'll try to cause trouble?"