“Surely you saw the picture the Star published!”
“Yes, but I didn’t pay much attention.”
The man now was leaving the ticket office. Impulsively, Penny stepped forward to intercept him. “I beg your pardon—” she began.
Alert, wary eyes bore into her own as the stranger gazed straight at her for an instant. He said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
“Aren’t you Hamilton Rhett?” Penny asked, deciding to make a direct approach.
“No, you are mistaken,” the man replied.
Pushing past Penny, he went hurriedly on down the street.
“You see!” commented Louise. “That’s what you get for jumping to such rash conclusions!”
Penny, however, was far from convinced that she had made a mistake.
“If that man wasn’t Mr. Rhett, it was his double! Lou, did you notice if he wore a serpent ring?”