Reluctantly, the girl crowded into the seat beside Penny and Susan.
"I live at 1406 St. Clair Avenue," she informed briefly.
As they drove slowly along, Penny had an opportunity to study the girl. She was an odd type. Serious and certainly not talkative. When drawn into conversation, her answers were given in monosyllables.
"She's worrying over something," Penny thought.
The car halted before a modest brown cottage on St. Clair Avenue. Betty Davis alighted.
"Thank you so much for bringing me home," she told Penny gratefully. She hesitated, then added earnestly: "I know you thought it queer because I asked my father not to make that report."
"I'm sure you must have had a very good reason," Penny returned.
"I was overwrought or I shouldn't have made the request. You see, my father is in great danger!"
"I don't quite understand."
Already Betty Davis felt that she was revealing too much.