“I know I’d have no chance to collect,” he teased. “Just relax and select whatever you want. I can stand it this time.”
After the order had been given, Penny glanced about the dimly lighted room. The floor show had not yet started. Everywhere she saw well-to-do and prominent persons who had turned out for the gala opening.
Suddenly her attention centered upon a couple who had just entered the door. The woman wore an obviously new white evening gown, and behind her came a short, stubby little man.
“Dad!” she whispered, giving him a kick with the toe of her slipper. “See that man who just came in?”
“Where?” he asked, turning his head.
“He’s with the middle-aged woman in white.”
“Oh, yes, who are they?” Mr. Parker commented, only mildly interested. “No one I know.”
“The man is Albert Potts, secretary to Mr. Rhett at the First National Bank,” Penny replied impressively. “How do you suppose he can afford to come to such an expensive night club? If you ask me, Dad, it looks odd!”
CHAPTER
11
THE WOODEN DOLL
Mr. Parker studied the bank secretary and his wife with more interest. But he said mildly: