“Now that I recall it, he did glance at the pad! How would you guess he lifted the table?”
“Were his hands held high above it, Penny?”
“Only an inch or two. However, he never touched the table. I was able to see that.”
“Could he have used sharp, steel pins held between his fingers?”
“I doubt it. But I think I know what he may have used! Did you notice two small suction cups which were taken from his pockets by the police?”
“Well, no, I didn’t, Penny.”
“The longer I mull over it, the more I’m convinced he used them to raise the table. They could be held between the fingers and wouldn’t be observed in a darkened room. Dad, if I can get those rubber cups from the police, I’ll have some fun!”
The telephone rang. It was Mrs. Weems calling to ask if Penny were safe. Mr. Parker replied in the affirmative and handed the receiver to his daughter.
“Penny, I just read your story in the paper,” the housekeeper scolded. “You never should have pitted yourself against those dangerous men! I declare, you need someone to watch you every minute.”
“I need you,” said Penny. “And so does Dad. Why not promise to stay with us instead of going away on a trip?”