Springing from the car, Penny glanced up the street. She had alighted just in time to see the man in gray enter a telegraph office.
“What nonsense is this?” Mr. Parker inquired impatiently. “Why do you think the fellow is Bowman?”
“I’m sure he’s the same man I saw at Claymore. The one who tried to pass a forged cheque! Oh, please Dad, we can’t let him get away!”
Switching off the car ignition, Mr. Parker stepped to the curb.
“If it should prove to be Ben Bowman, nothing would please me better than to nab him,” he announced grimly. “But if you’ve made a mistake—”
“Come on,” Penny urged, seizing his hand. “We can talk about it later.”
Through the huge plate glass window of the telegraph office, the man in gray could be seen standing at one of the counters. His back was to the street and he appeared to be writing a message.
“I’m sure it’s Ben Bowman,” Penny said again. “Why not go inside and ask him if that’s his name?”
“I shall. But I’m warning you again, if you’ve made one of your little mistakes—”
“Go ahead, faint heart!” Penny chuckled, giving him a tiny push. “I’ll stay here by the door ready to stop him if he gets by you.”