"I don't believe I've ever seen him before," Penny thought.
When the man moved off down the street, she crossed the street and trailed him. He walked swiftly and did not once glance backward, apparently having no suspicion that he was being followed.
Once the man paused to glance into the window of a pawnshop. He turned down East Franklyn Street which led through a dirty, poverty-stricken district to the river. Presently, Penny saw him enter a run-down, dilapidated brick building.
In the doorway he met another man, evidently the janitor who caught him roughly by the arm as he endeavored to pass.
"Just a minute, you," he said. "I've been trying to find you for a week. How about that rent you owe?"
"Try and get it!"
"I'll get it all right," the janitor returned threateningly. "If I don't I may make it my business to find out why you rented the entire top floor."
A strange look came over the other man's face. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a large roll of bills.
"How much?"
"Fifty dollars."