“Nothing will please me better, Chief,” responded the city editor. “Where do we start?”
“We’ll tip the police to what is going on at the Celestial Temple. Have them send detectives there for tonight’s meeting. Then when the usual hocus-pocus starts, arrests can be made. Have photographers and a good reporter on hand.”
“That should start the ball rolling,” agreed DeWitt. “I’ll assign Jerry Livingston to the story. Salt Sommers is my best photographer.”
“Get busy right away,” Mr. Parker ordered. “We’ll play the story big tomorrow—give it a spread.”
“How about Al Gepper?” Penny inquired after DeWitt had gone. “Could he be arrested without involving the Hodges?”
“Not very easily if he lives at their place. Has he accepted money for the séances he conducts there?”
“He hasn’t taken any yet from Mrs. Weems. I am sure he must have other customers.”
“You have no proof of it?”
“No.”
“Suppose we forget Al Gepper for the time being, and concentrate on the Celestial Temple,” Mr. Parker proposed. “In the meantime, learn everything you can about the man’s methods.”