“I’m sorry, I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“Jerry may have gone to his room,” Penny said hopefully. “Let’s call his hotel.”
Using a lobby telephone, they dialed the St. Agnes Hotel Apartments where the reporter lived. The desk clerk reported that Jerry had not been seen that night.
“Oh, where could he have gone?” Penny said as she and Salt left the hospital. “He may be wandering the streets in a dazed condition. Shouldn’t we ask police to try to find him?”
“Guess it’s all we can do,” the photographer agreed. “Jerry sure will be sore at us though.”
A taxi cab pulled up near the hospital steps.
“Taxi?” the driver inquired.
Salt shook his head. “We don’t know where we want to go yet. We’re looking for a friend of ours who left the hospital about twenty minutes ago.”
“A girl?”
“No, a man in a gray suit,” Penny supplied. “He probably wasn’t wearing a hat.”