“There’s more to this psychic business than appears on the surface,” she thought grimly. “A great deal more! Maybe I am stubborn and opinionated. But I know one thing! No trickster is going to take advantage of the Hodges or of Mrs. Weems either—not if I can prevent it.”
CHAPTER
9
MRS. WEEMS’ INHERITANCE
The clock chimed seven-thirty the next morning as Penny came downstairs. She dropped a kiss on her father’s forehead and slid into a chair at the opposite side of the breakfast table.
“Good morning, Daddykins,” she greeted him cheerfully. “Any news in the old scandal sheet?”
Mr. Parker lowered the newspaper.
“Please don’t call me Daddykins,” he requested. “You know I hate it. Here’s something which may interest you. Your friends the Kohls were robbed last night.”
“You’re eight hours late,” grinned Penny, reaching for the front page. “I was there.”
“I suppose you lifted the pearls and the diamond bracelet on your way to the theatre.”
“No,” said Penny, rapidly scanning the story which Jerry had written, “but I think I may have seen the man who did do it.”
She then told her father of having observed a stranger note the license number of the Kohl car, and mentioned the events which had followed.