“Spill it,” invited DeWitt.
“He didn’t come back here to get even with me for those articles I wrote—or at least it’s a secondary purpose.”
“Then why did he head for Riverview?”
“I have an idea he may have come back to get $50,000.”
“The money he stole from the Third Federal Bank?”
“Sure. The money disappeared, and when Danny took the rap, he refused to tell where he had hidden it. I’ll bet the money is in a safe place somewhere in Riverview.”
“You may be right at that,” DeWitt agreed. “Anyway, it’s a good story. Better write a couple pages before you go over to the theater—let that other stuff go.”
Jerry nodded and with a quick glance at the clock, sat down at his typewriter.
“Ready, Penny?” called Salt, picking up his camera and heading for the door.
“In a minute.”