“Why, it’s Jerry Livingston!” exclaimed Penny, recognizing one of her father’s reporters.
The young man saw the girls and came toward them. “Hello,” he greeted cheerily. “Swell night for a murder.”
“I hope you’re not carrying concealed weapons,” laughed Penny. “Where’s Dad?”
“Delayed at the Star office. He sent me to meet the boat in his place. The fog made traffic slow. That’s why I’m late.”
Taking each of the girls by an elbow, he steered them to the waiting taxi.
“Riverview Star,” he instructed the driver, and slammed the car door.
The fog was not so dense after the cab left the docks, but the entire river valley was blanketed, making it necessary for automobiles to proceed with headlights turned on.
“Have a nice time?” Jerry inquired as the cab crept along the waterfront streets.
“Not very,” answered Penny, “but we ran into a little adventure.”
“Trust you for that,” chuckled the reporter. “City Editor DeWitt was telling the boys at the office that he’d bet you would come home dragging a mystery by its tail!”