CHAPTER X
The Wrong Direction
Judy knew a moment of panic. When she tried to describe Clarissa all she could remember was her hair. She called it honey colored while Pauline and Flo described it as dark blond.
“She was pretty,” they all agreed. “She looked a little like—well, like Francine Dow. She’s the guest star who played Sleeping Beauty,” Judy added.
“She wasn’t that pretty,” Flo objected quickly. “Her hair was dull, and she had a rather drab look about her. She was young—”
“How young?” the policeman asked.
“About sixteen.”
“The woman they took away in the ambulance can’t be your missing friend if that’s the way it is,” the policeman said reassuringly. “No one could call her sixteen. Besides, she was hurt on her way to the theater—not coming away from it. The taxi driver says she kept after him to hurry. He turned the corner too fast and skidded into another car. Fortunately, no one in the second vehicle was hurt. But here’s the cab driver,” he ended abruptly. “He can tell you about it himself.”
Judy was introduced to the cab driver, who was a little shaken up, but not hurt. More than anything else, he seemed concerned about his passenger.
“Friend of yours?” he inquired.