“How is Jerry?” Penny inquired anxiously as she stopped the interne in the corridor.
“He’s all right. Go on in if you want to talk to him.”
“Which room?”
“Wait until I put these clothes away and I’ll show you.”
The interne hung Jerry’s suit in a locker at the end of the corridor and then returned to escort Penny and Salt to Room 318.
Jerry, a picture of gloom, brightened as his friends entered.
“I’m sure glad you came!” he greeted them. “I want you to help me get out of here.”
“Not a chance,” said Salt, seating himself on the window ledge. “This is just the place for you—nice and quiet and safe.”
Jerry snorted with disgust.
“Dad and Mr. DeWitt both think Danny Deevers means business,” Penny added. “The paper is offering $10,000 reward for his capture.”