A Valuable Photograph
Convinced that she had made an important discovery, Penny hastily left
the street car. Catching one which was going in the opposite
direction, she went directly to her father's main downtown office.
"Has Dad left town yet?" she inquired of Miss Arrow.
"Yes, I think he has," the secretary informed. "At least he left here
nearly an hour ago and said he likely wouldn't return today."
Thinking that possibly Mr. Nichols might have stopped for a few minutes
at his temporary office opposite the Brunner garage, Penny went there.
She found the room closed though not locked.
"I don't know what to do now," Penny thought, slightly bewildered. "It
seems to me I have a valuable clue which should be acted upon at once."
She considered taking Miss Arrow or one of her father's detectives into
her confidence, yet hesitated to do so lest she make herself appear
ridiculous. After all, she had no real evidence upon which to base her
theory. Even though the photograph of Jimmie Davis had given her a
start, she could not be certain that she knew anything damaging
concerning the boy's past. It would be wise to move cautiously.
"I'll say nothing about the photograph until I've had an opportunity to
do a little investigating of my own," she decided. "I may as well
start by asking Jerome Davis a few questions."
Penny was familiar with the policeman's regular beat, but before trying
to locate him, she went home for her car. It was Mrs. Gallup's
afternoon off, so there was no need to explain to the housekeeper where
she was going.
"I might leave a note where she'll find it when she returns," Penny
thought. "Still, I should be back by supper time."
As Penny backed from the garage, she caught a glimpse of Joe Franey's
familiar black coupe parked across the street.
"I'm afraid Dad's gasoline bill will take a big jump upward today," she
chuckled.
Penny dismissed the detective from her mind and became intent upon the
problem which faced her. She must be very cautious if she questioned
Jerome Davis for it might ruin all her plans if he suspected what she
was about.
Approaching the policeman's usual haunts, Penny slowed down. Presently
she caught sight of the officer at a street corner. He was talking
with someone.
"Why, it's Jerry Barrows!" she exclaimed, pulling up at the curbing to
watch. "The plot thickens!"
Penny made no attempt to interrupt the two. The policeman was talking
so earnestly with the boy that he had not even glanced in her
direction. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she
observed Jerome Davis take a small roll of bills from his pocket. He
peeled off three and gave them to the youth. The latter thanked him
and moved quickly away.
"I can't question Mr. Davis now or he would be suspicious," Penny
thought. "I'll come back a little later."
Recalling that she had never visited the Brunner garage to request
Jerry Barrows' address from the manager, she made that her next stop.
As she parked outside the building, she noticed that Joe Franey,
faithful to his trust, was still following.
"Poor man, he must think I am completely crazy," Penny laughed.
"Perhaps I am too!"
Upon requesting to see Mr. Brunner, she was informed that he was busy.
She was forced to wait nearly three-quarters of an hour before he would
see her.
"What can I do for you, Miss Nichols?" he inquired with forced
politeness as she entered.
Penny reminded him of his promise.
"Oh, yes!" He laughed apologetically. "You know, the matter
completely slipped my mind until this minute."
"Indeed?" Penny inquired. She had not been surprised at the answer.
"If you will come back in a few days----"
"Can't you get the address for me now? It is rather important that I
have it immediately."
The manager frowned. "I'll see what I can do. Wait here."
He left the office, returning a few minutes later.
"I can't seem to find it on our records at all, Miss Nichols. The boy
never worked here steadily. In fact, he has been discharged."
"So you refuse to give me the address?"
"It isn't that, Miss Nichols. We'd be glad to provide it if we could.
Unfortunately, we can't."
"I see," Penny returned coldly.
She left the garage and went back to her car. For a time she sat
thinking. She could not make up her mind as to her next move.
While she sat debating, George Brunner came out of the building.
Without noticing Penny, he climbed into his automobile, one of the
latest and most expensive models available, and drove away.
"I wonder where he's going in such a hurry?" Penny asked herself.
She decided that it might be worth her time to follow. Quickly, she
shifted gears and took after him.
Without being aware that anyone was trailing him, the garage manager
weaved from one street to another, gradually traveling toward the
poorer section of the city. Penny had difficulty in keeping him in
sight.
"What a silly thing I am doing," she told herself. "I think I'll sign
off and go home."
However, she could not resist following the car a few more blocks. Her
patience was rewarded. Presently Brunner turned into South Lake Street.
"I'll keep on a little farther," Penny decided. "It may be that
Brunner is perfectly honest and above board, but I have my doubts. I
think he'll bear watching."
She was not greatly surprised when the garage manager halted his car
only a short distance from the tire shop which she and Susan had
visited only a few days previously. Penny drew up to the curbing on
the opposite side of the street.
As Brunner alighted and looked carefully about to see that he was
unobserved, Penny ducked down out of sight, pretending to be fixing
something on the floor of the car.
Straightening up a minute later, she saw that the garage manager was
making his way toward the tire shop.
"Now what does he want there?" she asked herself. "I must say he isn't
keeping very good company."
Brunner entered the shop and Penny settled herself to wait. An hour
passed. It began to grow dark.
"I really should telephone Mrs. Gallup that I'll be late for supper,"
Penny reflected. "Either that or I should give up this silly chase and
go home."
In her heart she did not really think that it was silly. The
conviction had steadily grown in her mind that in some way the garage
owner was involved with Jerry Barrows and others in a questionable
business activity.
Noticing a drug store nearby, she stepped inside to telephone her home.
After several rings, the operator informed her that no one answered.
"Mrs. Gallup must have been detained," Penny thought. "I'll not need
to hurry home now."
As she was leaving the drug store, the door of the tire shop on the
opposite side of the street opened and George Brunner emerged. Penny
hastily dodged back into the doorway to avoid being seen.
Brunner walked directly to his car, preparing to depart. Before he
could start the motor, the owner of the shop came running after him.
It was the same man who had spoken so harshly to Penny upon her
previous visit.
The two men conversed in low tones for several minutes, but as they
became more excited, their voices grew louder.
"It's too dangerous I tell you," she heard the owner of the tire shop
say. "The police are getting wise. And only a day or so ago Nichols
sent his daughter around here to spy."
"I'll deal with her," Brunner promised. "She's getting too curious for
her own good."
"After tonight I'm through," the other insisted. "The little I make
isn't worth the risk I take."
Penny could not hear Brunner's reply. He seemed to be arguing with the
tire shop owner. She felt elated and excited at the information she
had gleaned.
_After tonight_! The words burned into her mind. What coup were the
two men planning for that evening? If only she might learn!
Could it be that Brunner was involved in the auto accessory thefts? It
was generally believed that the disreputable owner of the tire shop
made a practice of receiving stolen goods. Why then, should a man in
Brunner's position stoop to have dealings with such a person unless he
too were guilty?
The evidence against the two was purely circumstantial, that Penny
plainly realized. It seemed ridiculous to connect Brunner with the
underworld and yet the very fact that no suspicion had ever been
attached to him offered a measure of safety for his dishonorable
activities.
"Dad warned me that one must move cautiously in trying to gather
evidence against influential citizens," Penny reasoned. "Yet, if I
wait until I can talk it over with him, it may be too late."
Brunner's automobile was moving away from the curbing. Penny did not
have a minute to debate. The instant that the tire shop owner vanished
inside his store, she darted to her own car.
Already Brunner was far up the street, but by speeding she managed to
approach close enough to keep him within sight.
"Perhaps I'd better take Joe into my confidence," she thought a trifle
uneasily. "There's no telling where this chase may end."
She glanced back, but the detective's familiar black coupe was not in
view. Nor did she see it when she looked again a few blocks farther on.
"I've lost him somewhere," she told herself in annoyance. "If that
isn't my luck! Just when I might have used him to advantage!"
Penny soon discovered that George Brunner was returning to his own
garage. As he drove into the building she drew up at the curbing,
puzzled as to how she could shadow him further.
Then it occurred to her that she was directly opposite her father's
office. From there it would be a simple matter to keep watch of the
Brunner garage without attracting attention to her own actions.
Before taking up her station in the little room high above the street,
Penny fortified herself with several sandwiches and a bottle of milk
purchased at a cafe nearby. Then she was ready for her vigil.
An hour passed and nothing happened. There was little activity at the
Brunner garage. Several motorists stopped at the red pump for
gasoline, but that was all.
"Perhaps my hunch was wrong," Penny thought as she grew tired of
waiting. "I really haven't much reason for being suspicious of
Brunner."
After a time she used her father's telephone to call home. No one
answered. Obviously, Mrs. Gallup had not returned.
"I wonder what detained her," Penny mused. "It isn't like her to stay
away."
She remained at her seat by the window. Several times she was tempted
to pick up a magazine and read for a few minutes. She resisted the
impulse, remembering that she had heard her father say that a good
investigator never took his eye from the place or person he was
watching.
Another hour dragged by. Penny grew tired and bored. It was a warm
night and the tiny room had become oppressive.
"I'll wait a little while longer," she decided.
Penny ate the last of her sandwiches and wished that she had bought
coffee instead of milk. It would have helped her to stay awake.
Suddenly she became alert. A man stood in the doorway of the Brunner
garage alley entrance. She did not need her father's field glass to
see that it was the manager. He looked at his watch, then cast a
glance up and down the street.
Penny studied her own wrist watch. It was exactly ten o'clock.
A garage service car rolled swiftly down the street. It swerved into
the alley.
Simultaneously, Brunner swung wide the rear doors of the garage. The
truck drove in, but not before Penny had riveted her eyes upon the
license number.
At sight of the last three figures, her heart leaped. The
numbers--684--were identical with those she had noted upon the license
of the service car at the Big Dipper!