The Molberg Gang
Penny signaled frantically for the operator's attention. It seemed
minutes before the telephone girl responded mechanically: "Number
please."
"I was disconnected with my party," Penny informed tensely. "See if
you can trace the call. It is very important."
"Just a minute please."
There was another long wait, then the telephone operator informed Penny
that the call could not be traced. It had been made from a pay station.
Mr. Nichols entered the office just as Penny hung up the phone.
"Anything wrong?" he asked quickly, noticing the expression on her face.
Penny repeated the warning message.
"Well, it looks as if I'm on the right trail," Mr. Nichols declared,
not in the least disturbed. "I'd have preferred that the Molberg gang
hadn't learned I was shadowing them, but such news travels fast through
underground channels."
"I'm afraid some of those dreadful men may harm you," Penny said
anxiously. "Promise me you'll be careful."
"I am always careful, my dear, but I refuse to go around wearing a
bullet proof vest. This isn't the first warning telephone call I've
received."
"I suppose not," Penny sighed. "But I should think that if the members
of the Molberg gang know you have been assigned to the case, it would
be hard to secure evidence against them."
"It won't be easy," the detective agreed. "However, I flatter myself
that I have a few trained investigators whose activities will never be
suspected."
"You mean they mingle with underworld characters and try to gain their
confidence?"
"Yes, that's the usual plan. When I locate Rap Molberg I'll have him
constantly shadowed."
"I've never seen many of your assistants around the office," Penny
remarked.
"Naturally not," Mr. Nichols smiled. "If they came here to report,
every crook in Belton City would be aware of it within an hour."
"Then how do you keep in touch with your men?" Penny asked curiously.
"There are a few secrets which I must keep to myself. Aren't you
taking a rather sudden interest in my work, Penny?"
"Perhaps I am. Since my car wheels were stolen I feel personally
concerned in the case. I wish I could do something to help."
Mr. Nichols became grave. "There is nothing you can do, Penny. The
last thing in the world that I could wish would be to have you involved
in the case. In fact I've been worried for fear----"
"For fear of what?" Penny demanded as her father checked himself.
"I've been afraid that the Molberg gang might attempt to strike at me
through you. Until this case is finished you must be very careful."
"I'll be careful, although even for you I refuse to go around wearing a
bullet proof vest," Penny grinned, paraphrasing his previous words.
"Anyway, it might be exciting to be kidnapped."
"If you talk like that I see I must assign someone to keep watch over
you."
"It won't be necessary," Penny assured him hastily. "I promise to
stop, look and listen before I make any rash moves."
As if to demonstrate, she tiptoed to the door, opened it cautiously,
peered forth at Miss Arrow who was busy at her typewriter, and then
with a casual "goodbye" flung over her shoulder, was gone.
The following week was an uneventful one in the Nichols household. As
was usually the way when Mr. Nichols became involved in an important
case, meals were served at odd hours and often the detective did not
come home at all for lunch or dinner. Penny complained that she never
saw her father. Certainly she heard very little concerning the work he
was doing for the insurance company.
On a Wednesday afternoon she was in the back yard washing her roadster
with the garden hose when Susan Altman came running up to relate a bit
of news.
"Penny, the most wonderful thing has happened!"
"What?"
"I'm to have a car for my birthday present!"
"Not really!"
"Yes, I am. I've been saving money for two years, but I never made
much headway. Father always thought I was too young to have a car too
until this summer."
"What made him change his mind?"
"Mother, I guess. You see she has to have the family car a great deal,
but nothing would induce her to drive it herself. I'm to have the new
automobile as my very own providing I take Mother wherever she wishes
to go."
"That should be an easy condition to meet," Penny smiled. "What kind
of car are you going to get?"
"I don't know yet. I thought perhaps you'd help me select it."
"I'd love to. After running this old bus for nearly three years I
consider myself quite an authority on cars."
"I can buy any low priced model I wish," Susan went on
enthusiastically. "What color shall I get?"
"One that doesn't show the dirt," Penny advised promptly as she coiled
up the hose and put it away. "It seems to me that I spend half my time
trying to keep this animal of mine presentable."
"I thought I might like blue," Susan ventured. "I don't suppose you'd
have time to go with me now and look at a few models, would you?"
"Of course I'll go! Wait until I change into more presentable clothes."
Penny darted into the house, returning in a few minutes.
"Where are you going to buy your car?" she questioned.
"Father told me to go to the Brunner garage on Second Street."
"I'll drive you there in the roadster," Penny offered.
At the Brunner salesrooms a few minutes later the girls were greeted by
the manager, George Brunner. He was a tall, thin man with sharp black
eyes. When he spoke to his employees his manner was overbearing and
haughty, but in the presence of the two girls he beamed and smiled and
hung upon their words. He talked glibly as he piloted them from one
shiny new car to another.
Presently Susan found herself hypnotized by a blue coupe. After Mr.
Brunner had taken the girls a ride in a similar model, she whispered to
Penny that she thought she would buy the car.
"Why don't you look around at a few other places first," Penny
suggested. "You might make a better deal."
"I'm afraid to wait for fear Father will change his mind. Besides,
this is exactly the type of car I like."
Penny refrained from saying more, but she was sorry that her chum
seemed determined to make such a hasty transaction. For some reason
she had taken an instant dislike to George Brunner. Susan, however,
noticed nothing amiss in his manner and listened spellbound as he
talked glowingly of the little blue coupe.
"I think I'll take it," Susan decided hesitatingly. "Could I drive it
away?"
"Certainly," the manager beamed, steering her gently toward the inner
office. "Just step inside and we'll fill out the necessary papers."
Almost before she was fully aware of what she was doing, Susan had
written a check in payment for the car and had signed the usual legal
papers.
"Do you think I've made an awful mistake?" she asked Penny nervously
while they sat waiting for the car to be serviced.
"It's a beautiful model, Susan. And if it operates even half as well
as Mr. Brunner claimed, it should be a wonderful bargain."
"You didn't like that man very well, did you?"
"No," Penny responded shortly.
"The Brunner garage is supposed to be one of the best in Belton City."
"I know it is. I haven't a thing against Mr. Brunner except that I
don't care for his manners."
The discussion ended for the manager had returned to announce that the
new car was ready to leave the garage.
"I am sure you will find it perfectly satisfactory, Miss Altman," he
beamed. "But in the event that anything _should_ go wrong don't
hesitate to call upon us."
"I'll remember that," Susan said.
With Penny beside her to offer advice, she drove the coupe from the
garage. Turning out into Second Street she narrowly missed being
struck by a truck which was traveling at a high rate of speed.
"Better get out into the country until you've had an opportunity to
become accustomed to handling the car," Penny suggested.
"That's a good idea," Susan agreed. "I don't want to wreck the thing
before I drive it home."
After an hour of straight driving on a deserted road, she became quite
dexterous at operating the gears. When she felt entirely confident of
her ability to handle the car in any emergency, the girls drove back
into the city. They parted at the Brunner garage where Penny had left
her own roadster.
"Thanks for helping me select the car," Susan told her chum gratefully.
"I didn't have much to do with it," Penny smiled. "But it's a fine
looking automobile. I wish I had one half as nice."
"I'll let you drive mine whenever you like," Susan offered generously.
When Penny reached home it was nearly dinner time. Mrs. Gallup was
busy in the immaculate green and white kitchen, frosting an angel food
cake.
"Any mail for me this afternoon?" Penny inquired, pausing to scrape up
a generous spoonful of fudge from the frosting pan.
"I declare, I've been too busy all day to even think of the mail."
"I'll look."
Penny went to the box at the front door. There were three letters.
Two for Mr. Nichols and one for herself. The latter was addressed in
pencil on a cheap yellow envelope.
"Wonder who it's from?" she thought with interest.
Quickly, she ripped open the envelope, glancing at the signature which
had been signed at the bottom of the brief note.
"Jerry Barrows!" she exclaimed.
Eagerly she read the message.
"Sorry I couldn't keep the appointment with Mr. Nichols," the boy had
written. "Tell your father to be on guard. His life is in danger."