“And she feels the same way about you. On the whole, though, I wonder if Sally has had a square deal?”
Jack straightened, staring at the Spindrift which tugged impatiently at her shortened ropes. Waves were beginning to lap over the dock boards.
“You mean about the factory?” he asked in a subdued voice.
Penny nodded.
“I never did think Sally was a thief,” Jack said slowly. “Judging from Heiney Growski’s report, someone may have planted the brass in her locker. Probably that fellow Joe, the Sweeper.”
“Don’t you feel she should be cleared?”
“How can we do anything without proof? This fellow Joe isn’t convicted yet. Besides, he’s only one of a gang. Sally could be involved, though I doubt it.”
“You’re not really convinced then?” Penny gazed at him curiously.
“Yes, I am,” Jack answered after a slight hesitation. “Sally’s innocent. I know that.”
“Then why don’t we do something about it?”