“Tommyrot! The man will make an excuse about the conditions not being right, and fail.”
“Perhaps, but he seems pretty confident.”
“You expect to attend the séance?”
“Oh, definitely. Jungle beasts couldn’t keep me away.”
“Then be alert every instant—without appearing too suspicious, of course. Try to learn how the man accomplishes his tricks.”
“Leave it to me,” chuckled Penny. “Mr. Al Gepper is due for his first shock when he wakes up tomorrow and reads that the Celestial Temple has been raided. Unless I am much mistaken, that place is one of his favorite haunts.”
Leaving the newspaper office, Penny went directly home. She longed to stop at the Sidell home, but she had promised her father to say nothing about the planned raid until it was an accomplished fact. Feeling the need of work to occupy her time, she washed the maroon car and waxed the fading paint of Leaping Lena.
At six o’clock her father came home for dinner.
“Any news?” Penny asked, running to meet him.
“Everything’s set,” he answered. “DeWitt laid your information before the police. Tonight three detectives will attend the meeting at the Temple. If anything out of the way happens, the raid will be staged.”