“I’m okay,” Salt insisted. “The important thing is we’ve got a whale of a story, and we saved the camera and pictures.”
A stricken look came over Penny’s face.
“Salt—” she stammered. “Your camera—”
“It was smashed?”
“No, I tossed it into a car, but the car went on down the street. How we’ll ever find it again I don’t know!”
CHAPTER
4
THE MISSING PLATES
Salt did not criticise Penny when he learned exactly what had happened.
“I’d rather lose a dozen pictures than have my camera smashed,” he declared to cheer her. “Anyway, we may be able to trace the car and get everything back. Remember the license number?”
“D F 3005,” Penny said promptly, and wrote it down lest she forget.
“Let’s call the license bureau and get the owner’s name,” the photographer proposed, steering her toward a corner drugstore. “Gosh, it’s late!” he added, noticing a clock in a store window. “And they’re holding the paper for our story and pictures!”