“Cross my heart and hope to die. It was the spitten image! If you catch him, will you give me a reward?”
“We’ll split fifty-fifty,” grinned Jerry, pulling Penny on by brute force.
But across the street he met unexpected opposition. Stopping dead in her tracks, Penny announced: “This is where we part company. I’m going to investigate that place on Fulton Street!”
“Say, are you crazy? You can’t go to a flop house alone!”
“That’s exactly what I shall do, unless you come with me.”
“It’s a waste of time! You know these kids. Tommy read the story, and it fired his imagination.”
“Maybe so,” admitted Penny, unmoved. “All the same, I’m going there to make certain. How about you?”
Jerry looked longingly at the restaurant and drew a deep sigh.
“Okay,” he gave in, “I learned years ago that it’s no use arguing with a gal. Lead on, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”