“No, and the girl lowered her veil as soon as she could.”
“Perhaps she’s a movie actress traveling in disguise.”
“Aboard a river excursion boat? I’m afraid not, Lou.”
“Then maybe she’s a criminal trying to elude the police.”
“I fear the mystery of her identity must remain forever unsolved,” chuckled Penny. “We’ll dock in another five minutes.”
Through the fog could be seen a dim glow of lights along the Riverview wharf. The Goodtime, its whistle tooting repeated signals, was proceeding more slowly than ever. Sailors stood ready to make the vessel fast to the dock posts when she touched.
Passengers began to pour from the salon, and Penny and Louise joined the throng. Many persons pushed and jostled each other, trying to obtain a position close to the gangplank.
Suddenly a girl who stood not far from Penny gave an alarmed cry.
“My pocketbook! It’s gone!”
Those near her expressed polite concern and assisted in searching the deck. The missing purse was not found. Before the captain could be notified, the gangplank was lowered, and the passengers began to disembark from the steamer.