Penny disappeared into the hotel but was back in fifteen minutes. A moment later, Salt sauntered across the street from the Western Union office.
“Learn anything?” Penny asked.
“A little. The manager told me a boy picked up the message from a rooming house on Clayton street. That’s all they know about it.”
“Did you get the address?”
“Sure—1497 Clayton Street—an apartment building. The clue may be a dud one though. Danny wouldn’t likely be dumb enough to leave a wide open trail.”
“All the same, oughtn’t we to check into it?”
“We?”
“Naturally I’m included,” grinned Penny. “By the way, aren’t we near Clayton street now?”
“It’s only a couple of blocks away.”
“Then what’s delaying us?”