“Didn’t you ask a taximan at the hospital how much it would cost to go there?” Penny reminded him.
“Sure, but I decided not to go.”
“You got a nerve!” Salt muttered. “Climb into your clothes and we’ll take you back to your cell.”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Jerry backed away from the door. “I’m no more sick than you are, and I’m not going back to the hospital!”
“You’re an advanced case for a mental institution!” the photographer snapped. “Maybe you don’t know Danny Deevers is out to get you and he means business!”
“I’m not worried about Danny.”
“Maybe you don’t think he cracked you on the head tonight at the theater?”
“I’ve been thinking it over,” Jerry replied slowly. “Probably it was Danny, but I doubt he’ll dare show his face again. Police are too hot on his trail.”
“Says you!” snorted Salt. “By the way, why were you so interested in going to the swamp tonight? Any clues?”
“Only the information you and Penny gave me.”