“Well, that might not be such a bad idea,” Louise acknowledged reluctantly. “But where can we find a phone?”
Passing The Green Parrot, the girls walked on a few doors until they came to a corner drugstore. Going inside, they closed themselves into a telephone booth. Borrowing a nickel from Louise, Penny called her home, but there was no response.
“Mrs. Weems went to a meeting tonight, and I suppose Dad must be away,” she commented anxiously.
“Then let’s give it up.”
“I’ll try the newspaper office,” Penny decided. “If Dad isn’t there, I’ll talk to one of the reporters.”
Mr. Parker was not to be contacted at the Star plant, nor was Editor DeWitt available. Penny asked to speak to Jerry Livingston and presently heard his voice at the other end of the wire. Without wasting words she told him where she was and what she wanted him to do.
“The Green Parrot!” Jerry exclaimed, copying down the address she gave him. “Say, that’s worthwhile information. I’ll be with you girls as soon as I can get there.”
“We’ll be outside the corner drugstore,” Penny told him. “You’ll know us by the way we pace back and forth!”
Within twelve minutes a cab pulled up and Jerry leaped out to greet the two girls.
“Where is this Parrot place?” he demanded, gazing curiously at the dingy buildings.