“I don’t want to, Penny. I have a feeling our big story is just about ready to break!”
“So have I, Jerry. Let’s stay with it. I’ll explain to Dad when we get home.”
“Then let’s be on our way,” the reporter said crisply. “No telling what has developed while I’ve been in town.”
In the press car, the couple took the river road which led east from the Kippenberg estate. As they bounced along, making all possible speed, Jerry told Penny how he and Salt had traced the two seamen. They had made inquiry all along the river, and quite by chance had encountered a fisherman who had given them a valuable tip.
“But so many rumors are false, Jerry,” Penny said.
“This tip was straight. Salt and I found the white cruiser tied up at the dock not far from this store I was telling you about. We’ve been watching it for the past two hours, and Salt is still there.”
“Why didn’t you call the police?”
“Wouldn’t have done any good. The men we’re after haven’t been there all day. The only person on board is a girl.”
“A girl?”
“Well, maybe you would say a young woman. About twenty-two, I’d guess.”