“Why bother? That bird’s gone now. Let’s see if he stole anything first.”
Salt muttered in disgust as he saw the interior of the car. A box of photographic equipment had been scattered over the back seat. The door of the glove compartment was open, its contents also helter-skelter.
“Anything missing?” Penny asked.
“Not that I can tell. Yes, there is! Some of the photographic plates!”
“Oh, Salt, I was afraid of it! The thief must have been one of those two men who were in the auto accident! You wouldn’t sell them the picture they wanted so they followed you here and stole it!”
“They may have tried,” the photographer corrected.
“You mean you still have it?”
“The plates that are missing are old ones, extras I exposed at a society tea and never bothered to develop.”
“Then you have the one of the auto accident?”
“Right here in my pocket.”