“Ten thousand smackers! I could use that money myself. And I have a hunch about Danny—”
“Forget it,” Salt advised. “This is a case for the police. Just lie down like a nice doggy and behave yourself. We’ll keep you informed on the latest news.”
“That reminds me,” added Penny. “After the ambulance took you away, Dad had the theater searched and the alley. No clues.”
Jerry lay still for several minutes, his eyes focused thoughtfully on the ceiling. “If it’s the verdict that I stay here, I suppose I may as well give up and take my medicine.”
“Now you’re showing sense,” approved Salt. “Penny and I have an idea that may help trace Deevers. We’ll tell you about it later.”
“Sure,” retorted Jerry ironically, “spare me the shock now. By the way, did you meet an interne in the hall? He was carrying off my clothes.”
“Yes, he brought us here,” Penny nodded.
“You didn’t happen to notice where he hid my clothes?”
“They’re safe, Jerry,” Penny assured him. “In a locker at the end of the hall.”
The information seemed to satisfy Jerry. Wrapping himself like a cocoon in a blanket, he burrowed down and closed his eyes.