Just then she heard a click at the other end of the line. A receiver had been taken from its hook.
"Hello, Christopher Nichols speaking," acknowledged the familiar voice of her father.
In her excitement, Penny began an almost incoherent outpouring of what she had witnessed.
"You say you've seen the tire thieves at work?" Mr. Nichols demanded.
"Yes, bring the police, and they can be trapped with the evidence! But hurry or it will be too late!"
"Where are you now, Penny?" her father questioned tensely.
"At the old sawmill. Take the road——"
A slight sound directly behind caused Penny to turn her head. Rap Molberg stood in the doorway!