"He should," Betty admitted. "He's one of the best marksmen on the police force."
"Then I think Rap Molberg is the one who should be on his guard," Penny smiled.
By making light of the threatening note she tried to relieve Betty of anxiety. Her efforts were not very successful. When she left the house a half hour later the girl was still excited and overwrought.
Not until Penny was nearly home did it occur to her that she had forgotten to look at the photograph of Jimmie Davis.
"Oh, well, it doesn't matter," she thought.
As she drove the roadster into the garage, Mrs. Gallup came down the path to meet her.
"I'm sorry to be so late," Penny said quickly before the housekeeper could take her to task. "A million and one things detained me. Dad's home, I suppose?"
"No, he isn't. But someone has been trying to get you on the telephone for the past hour."
"Probably it was Dad."
"It may have been, but it didn't sound like his voice. Listen, isn't that the phone now?"