"Why don't you try to sell the Black Imp to some commercial firm?" Penny asked abruptly. "It seems to me it has possibilities. It's such a cute little figure."
"Perhaps I will try later on," Amy agreed. "But until my name is cleared I haven't much chance to do anything."
"That's true," Penny acknowledged. "What are you going to do with this copy of the statue?"
"Oh, I don't know. Would you like it?"
"Would I? Rather! But don't you want it yourself?"
"No, I have the original if ever I muster the courage to go to the museum and claim it."
"I'd love to have the reproduction," Penny declared enthusiastically. "Only I wish you had made it instead of Hanley Cron."
"I'll make you a nicer piece later on," Amy promised as she wrapped up the figure in her handkerchief and gave it to Penny.
Presently, after discussing at some length the exciting events of the afternoon, they arose and walked on down the street. They were nearing the downtown business section when Penny halted and pretended to gaze into the plate glass window of a large department store.
"Amy, I think we're being followed!" she announced in a low tone. "Don't look around."