Above the latter statement someone had written the name of Christopher Nichols in pencil.
Penny carefully folded the newspaper, replacing it upon the chair exactly as she had found it.
"Let's get away from here before we're caught," she urged. "I suspect we're in a Molberg hideout."
"Nothing would please me better than to leave this place," Susan retorted grimly. "Just lead me to an exit."
"I think the tunnel probably will take us out. Come on, let's see."
Returning to the roadster the dark passage seemed forbiddingly dangerous. Carefully examining the concrete floor, Penny discovered tire patterns in the dirt. Other cars had used the tunnel.
With the engine at idling speed, they drove into it. The tunnel led downward at such a steep angle that soon Penny was forced to use her brakes to keep from going too fast.
"Where will this thing end?" Susan asked.
Even as she spoke they reached level ground. An ordinary double garage door barred the way. Susan sprang out to open it.
"Why, we're in an empty garage," she announced as she swung back the door.