“Why, such a thing to say! What do you mean, Penny?”
“Dad has enemies. Harley Schirr told me today that if any attempt was made to expose a certain gang of thieves, it would mean real trouble.”
“But your father has had no connection with such persons.”
“He and Jerry worked on a case together,” Penny explained. “Today at the time of the accident, Dad carried a brief case with all the evidence in it!”
“Even so, I fail to see—”
“According to the report, Dad’s car was practically forced off the road,” Penny added excitedly. “I think that auto crash was deliberately engineered! Don’t you understand, Mrs. Weems? He’s fallen into the clutches of his enemies!”
“Now, Penny,” soothed the housekeeper. “I’m sure we’re making far too much of the accident. We’ll soon hear from your father.”
“You’re saying that to comfort me, Mrs. Weems. Something dreadful has happened! I can feel it.”
Penny ceased pacing the floor and went to the hall closet for her hat and coat.
“Where are you going?” asked the housekeeper, her eyes troubled.