“Well, of all the nerve!” Penny cried indignantly. “Just wait until I see him again!”
“Not so fast,” advised her father. “There seems to have been a little mix-up. After Jerry left the dining room to telephone, the head waiter told him that you girls had decided not to wait.”
“And he told us that Jerry had gone!” Louise cried. “I wonder why?”
“Because he wanted to get rid of our entire party!” Penny declared. “All the time we were in the cafe that head waiter seemed to keep his eye on us. Dad, what did Jerry do about paying the bill?”
“He was told that he need not settle it—that he could pay later.”
“Well, it’s all very peculiar,” Penny said with a sigh. “I’m glad Jerry is safe, but I still maintain we were hustled out of that place.”
“No doubt you were,” agreed her father. “I’m curious to see the cafe—especially that door with the peep hole.”
“I’ll take you there,” Penny offered eagerly.
“Not tonight,” Mr. Parker declined, yawning. “Tomorrow morning perhaps.”
Penny had to be satisfied with the decision, though she yearned for immediate action. After Louise had gone to her own home, she mulled over the situation, discussing every angle of it with her father.