It was a pleasant mellow evening and Penny was in the mood for a long stroll. She chose a roundabout route home.
She was absent-mindedly crossing a street, thinking of nothing in particular, when an automobile without headlights shot past her at a high rate of speed. Frightened, Penny sprang backwards.
"The nerve of that driver!" she thought. "He missed me by inches."
She watched the car swerve around a corner and race up a dead-end street.
"Why, this is the very place where I lost track of Rap Molberg!" she told herself.
She rushed to the corner. Her fascinated gaze followed the retreating automobile. It tore madly to the end of the street where it abruptly halted.
Penny lost sight of it for an instant. Then to her surprise, the headlights were flashed on. In the reflected light she saw the tall walls of a large manufacturing plant.
The beam was turned off again. Darkness swallowed up the car.
While she was straining to see, Penny heard the shrill blast of a warning siren from far up the street. The next instant, a police radio cruiser shot past.
With a loud screaming of brakes, the police car came to a stop not far from Penny.