“Near here?”
“It’s very possible. We thought if a story appeared in the paper, someone who has seen the boy may report to us.”
“Do you have a picture of him?”
“Unfortunately, no. He is sixteen, with dark eyes and dark, curly hair. The lad is athletic and very quick witted. His English is fairly good, heavily sprinkled with G.I. slang.”
“I’ll write the story for you,” Penny promised as she arose to leave. “The truth is, though, my sympathy is with Anthony.”
“So is mine,” replied the official. “However, that does not change the law. He entered this country illegally and must be returned to Italy.”
Penny left the office and was midway to the newspaper office when she bumped squarely into her friend, Louise Sidell, who had been downtown shopping.
“Oh, Lou!” she exclaimed. “I called you twice but you weren’t at home. Did Bones ever find his way back?”
Louise shook her head. “He never will either. Those men probably kept him on the island. I’m going out there tomorrow.”
“To the island?”