“For one thing it would be more convenient to carry than the ordinary type.”
“One couldn’t stand it against a wall or use it in the ordinary way, Jerry. I asked the Japanese about it but he refused to answer.”
“He may not have understood you.”
“Oh, he understood, all right. Do you know what I think? He was afraid I might discover something which would involve him with the police!”
“Better forget the Kano Curio Shop,” Jerry said tolerantly. “I repeat, Dorr Street is no place for you.”
“And I’m supposed to forget the Celestial Temple, too,” grumbled Penny. “Oh, I see you grinned behind your hand! Well, Mr. Livingston, let me tell you—“
She paused, and Jerry’s hand tightened on her own. Unmistakably, both had heard a muffled scream. The cry seemed to have come from one of several large brick and stone buildings only a short distance ahead.
“What was that?” Penny asked in a low tone. “Someone calling for help?”
“It sure sounded like it!” exclaimed Jerry. “Come on, Penny! Let’s find out what’s going on here!”