“Here’s a dollar on deposit,” Jerry said. “Now remember, be here tomorrow from eight o’clock on, and don’t hire out to any other person.”
“I won’t,” the boy promised.
Jerry took Penny’s elbow and escorted her to the press car.
“So you found Atherwald’s hat?” he asked without preliminaries.
“It resembles the one he wore. The boy fished it out of the river.”
“Then that looks as if the fellow really was the victim of a plot!”
“I’ve thought so all along,” Penny declared soberly.
“What else did you learn? You seemed to be very chummy with Miss Kippenberg.”
“I’ll not be from now on,” Penny returned ruefully.
As Jerry backed the car around in the dusty road, she told of her meeting with Sylvia Kippenberg and the ensuing conversation.