“Wouldn’t the police have picked it up if they had considered it of any importance?”
“I doubt they ever saw it, Lou. The billfold was half buried in mud. I’d never have seen it myself if I hadn’t almost stepped on it.”
“Why not turn it over to the police?”
“Guess I will,” Penny decided, replacing the card in the billfold and wrapping them both in her handkerchief. “Did you ever hear of the American Protective Society, Lou?”
“Never did. Nor ‘The Green Parrot’ either—whatever that is.”
“I think The Green Parrot is a cafe or a night club with none too good a reputation,” Penny said thoughtfully. “I’m sure I’ve heard Dad say it’s a gambling place.”
Without further adventure, the girls resumed their trek and soon reached a bus line. Upon arriving home, Penny’s first act was to consult the telephone directory. She could find neither The Green Parrot nor the American Protective Society listed.
“Mrs. Weems, did you ever hear of a place called The Green Parrot?” she questioned the housekeeper.
“Isn’t that a restaurant the police closed down a few months ago?” replied Mrs. Weems. “Now why should you be bothering your head about The Green Parrot?”
Penny showed her the billfold and explained where she had found it.