“He’ll be here,” Salt said confidently. “Wonder where I’d better leave this revolver?”
Setting the photographic equipment on the floor, he took the revolver from his coat pocket, offering it to Penny.
“Don’t give it to me,” she protested.
“Put it in the dressing room,” he advised. “I can’t keep it, because I’ve got to go out front and shoot some pictures.”
“Is the revolver loaded?” Penny asked, taking it unwillingly.
“Sure, with blanks. It’s ready for the stunt.”
Penny carried the weapon into the dressing room and deposited it on one of the tables. When she returned to the corridor, Salt had gathered up his equipment and was starting away.
However, before he could leave, an outside door slammed. Jim, the doorman, burst in upon them.
“Young feller, is that your car parked in the alley?”
“Yeah!” exclaimed Salt, startled. “Don’t tell me the cops are handing me a ticket!”