“Undoubtedly.”
“Others will be assigned to the case?”
“I doubt it, Penny. DeWitt reports that the police have become convinced that the spiritualists who use the Temple are not operating for profit.”
“Louise and I know better because she was approached.” Penny anxiously regarded her father. “Dad, even if the police do give up, we won’t, will we?”
“No, we’re in this fight and we’ll stay in it,” he answered grimly. “We’ll put some new teeth in our trap. And the next time it’s sprung, I warrant you we’ll catch a crook.”
CHAPTER
14
WET PAINT
Promptly at two o’clock the following afternoon, Penny and Mrs. Weems presented themselves at the Hodges’ cottage for the appointed séance. Already Mr. Gepper awaited them in the darkened apartment on the second floor.
Penny’s glance about the room found everything in the same order as upon the previous visit, save that an easel with a large black sheet of artist’s paper stood beside the cabinet.
She moved as if to examine it. Al Gepper intercepted her by saying:
“Sit here, if you please. Beside Mrs. Weems. I’ll call the Hodges and we’ll start at once.”