“I’ll turn this evidence over to Detective Fuller,” the policeman promised. “He’ll probably want to question the woman himself.”
“I hope he does it right away,” replied Penny. “She may take it into her head to skip out of town.”
Officer Burns smiled wearily. “Just trust us to handle the case,” he said. “We know our business.”
Penny left the station feeling none too satisfied. Although she had nothing against Mr. Burns, she sensed that he did not like her. She wondered if she could depend on him to repeat her story as she had told it.
“If that estate house isn’t investigated immediately, I’ll do something myself!” she thought.
Joe, the cabman, still waited. Signaling him, Penny regretfully explained that she would have no further use for his services.
“Well, if you change your mind and want to do some more ghost huntin’ tonight, just give me a ring,” Joe grinned. “My number’s 20476.”
Penny carefully wrote it down. She then walked to the nearby Star building where many matters awaited her attention. There she worked without interruption until late afternoon, taking only enough time to call the police station. Detective Fuller was not available. So far as she could learn, no investigation had been made of the Harrison estate.
Thoroughly annoyed, Penny tramped home to dinner. Only a cold meal awaited her. Mrs. Weems, ill with a headache, had set out a few dishes on the kitchen table, and gone to bed.
“It’s nothing,” the housekeeper insisted as Penny questioned her anxiously. “I’ve just worried too much the past few days.”