“But your head!”
“Your brother was hurt sometime last night,” Penny explained to Sara. “Just how, we don’t know. My father and I found him lying in an alley at the rear of The Green Parrot.”
“The Green Parrot—that night club!” Sara gazed at her brother in dismay. “Oh, Burt, I was afraid something like this would happen. Those dreadful men—”
“Now Sara,” he interrupted brusquely. “No theatricals, please. Everything’s all right.” Giving her cheek a playful pinch, he wobbled past her into the cottage.
Sara turned frightened eyes upon Penny. “Tell me exactly what happened,” she pleaded.
“I honestly don’t know, Sara. My father thought someone must have struck your brother from behind, but he’s not told us a thing.”
“I just knew something of the sort would happen,” Sara repeated nervously.
“What do you mean?” inquired Penny. “Does your brother have enemies who would harm him?”
“Burt’s been trying to find out who framed him in the bridge dynamiting. He won’t tell me much about it, but I know he’s been trailing down a few leads.”
“Isn’t that work for the police?”