“We’ll find Mr. Parker,” he assured her confidently. “His description has been broadcast over the radio. We’ve instructed all our men to be on the watch for him.”
Penny broached the possibility that her father had been waylaid by enemies.
“Facts fail to support such a theory,” replied Chief Jalman. “It’s my opinion your father will show up any hour, wondering what the fuss is all about.”
Penny left the police station rather cheered. Almost without thinking, she chose a route which led toward the scene of the accident. Reaching the familiar street, she noted that her father’s battered car had been towed away. All broken glass had been swept from the pavement.
“When I was here before I should have questioned more people,” she thought. “It never occurred to me then that Dad would fail to show up.”
Noticing a candy store which fronted the street close to the bent lamp post, Penny went inside. A friendly looking woman with gray hair came to serve her.
“I’m not a customer,” Penny explained. She added that her father had been injured in the car accident, and that she was seeking information.
“I’ve already been questioned by police detectives,” replied the owner of the candy shop. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you very much.”
“Did you witness the accident?”
“Oh, yes, I saw it, but it happened so fast I wasn’t sure whose fault it was.”