“2179 Kingston Drive.”
“Right-o. And your name?”
Connie gave that too and then asked the sergeant if he thought Veve could be found. The officer promised to do his very best. He told her the information would be broadcast over the police shortwave radio system and picked up by all cruising police cars.
Connie hung up the telephone receiver and thanked the druggist for the nickel.
“I’ll pay it back tomorrow,” she promised. “Brownie Scout’s honor.”
“Don’t give it another thought,” he replied. “I only hope you find your little friend.”
Both he and the lady customer asked many questions about how Veve had been carried away on the sled.
Connie answered them all as fast as she could and then hurried away home to tell her mother and Mrs. McGuire what had occurred.
She was quite breathless by the time she burst into the kitchen where her mother was getting the evening meal.
“Why, Connie,” said Mrs. Williams in surprise. “Is anything wrong?”