"Oh, I'm so glad! I knew you'd arrange it that way."
"It wasn't entirely due to my efforts," the detective insisted. "The boy really isn't bad at heart. The way he came to your rescue proved that."
"This will mean so much to Betty and her father," Penny declared happily. Her face clouded. "I suppose nothing can save Mr. Davis' position on the force?"
"Quite the contrary," Mr. Nichols smiled. "It is already arranged that he shall keep his job."
"But the newspaper publicity?"
"There will be none. At least, not regarding Mr. Davis and his son."
It was long after midnight when Penny went to bed. She was so tired and worn that she did not awaken until Mrs. Gallup rapped several times upon her door.
"What time is it?" Penny inquired drowsily.
"Nearly noon," the housekeeper reported. "I shouldn't have awakened you, only the telephone has been ringing all morning and the yard is cluttered with newspaper men."
"I'll be right down," Penny laughed, springing out of bed.