"I'll come right over and see for myself," Penny declared.
Pausing only long enough to tell Mrs. Gallup where she was going, Penny backed her roadster from the garage. She located Susan not far from Eighth Avenue and Clark, sitting gloomily behind the wheel of her new coupé.
As Penny drove up she saw that the spare wheel was missing. A spotlight was gone and likewise a reflecting mirror.
"The thieves very obligingly left me the steering wheel," Susan greeted her friend. "When a person can't park fifteen minutes without having everything stolen, I think it's time for the police to get busy!"
"How did you happen to be parked downtown?" Penny inquired. "Your mother said you had gone to visit an aunt."
"I did, but on the way home I stopped at the "Y" for a swim. I should have left the car on a lot but I thought I'd save the quarter. Now witness the result!"
"You still have four tires," Penny pointed out. "That's more than they left me."
"Yes, but they've done something to the engine. It won't start. That's why I called you."
Penny lifted the hood to look at the motor. Susan peered anxiously over her shoulder.
"Can you tell what's wrong?"