“Now where did he go?” Penny thought impatiently.
She hesitated a moment, then pushed open the door. Jerry’s stained shirt lay on the floor where he had dropped it.
The reporter no longer was in the dressing room. Or so Penny thought at first glance.
But as her gaze roved slowly about, she was startled to see a pair of shoes protruding from a hinged decorative screen which stood in one corner of the room.
Jerry, very definitely was attached to the shoes. Stretched out on the floor again, his face remained hidden from view.
Penny resisted an impulse to run to his side.
“Jerry Livingston!” she exclaimed. “You’ve carried your stupid joke entirely too far! Our date is off!”
Turning her back, she started away. But in the doorway, something held her. She glanced back.
Jerry had not moved.
“Jerry, get up!” she commanded. “Please!”