“First I lose my car wheels, and now it’s Jerry,” she reflected sadly. “What a week!”
Penny scarcely knew whether to go home or to the Star office. As she debated the matter, her ears were assaulted by the shrill scream of a siren.
“A fire,” thought Penny.
An ambulance rushed past. It raced to the end of the short street and pulled up.
“Probably an accident,” amended Penny.
Curious to learn what had happened, she began to run. At the end of the street a large crowd had gathered. A car with a smashed fender and damaged front grillwork, had piled against a street lamp.
“What happened?” Penny asked a man who stood beside her.
“Two cars in a smash-up,” he answered. “Didn’t see the accident myself.”
“But what became of the other automobile?” asked Penny.
She pushed through the gathering crowd to the curb. Broken glass was scattered over the pavement. Ambulance men were searching the wreckage of the car which had struck the lamp post. The other automobile, apparently, had driven away.