"Would I? Just try me!"
"Then I'm going to turn you loose," she decided. "Come to my father's office tomorrow at nine o'clock. I'll ask him to help you find a position."
"Where is his office?" the boy inquired.
"In room 305 of the Leader building. You'll see his name on the door. Christopher Nichols."
"Nichols, the detective?" the boy questioned uneasily.
"Yes, but you needn't be afraid he'll turn you over to the police. Wait now, and I'll see if the coast is clear."
Opening the garage door a tiny crack, Penny peered out. As she had expected there were no officers lingering about the neighborhood.
"It's safe to leave," she informed.
He started away, then paused and offered his hand to Penny.
"Thanks for giving me a break," he told her gratefully. "I really meant what I said about going straight."