ture show?"

"I think I'll do that," Penny agreed.

After Mr. Nichols had left the house, she telephoned Susan. Mrs.
Altman answered the call, informing her that her daughter was spending
the evening at the home of an aunt.

"I may as well go to the show alone," Penny decided.

One of her favorite movie stars was showing at a neighborhood theater
only a few blocks from the Nichols home. Penny walked the short
distance. She thoroughly enjoyed the picture, remaining to see part of
it twice. It was a little after nine o'clock when she left the theater.

Recalling that Mrs. Gallup had requested her to bring home a pint of
ice cream, she crossed the street to the nearest drug store.

While she was waiting to be served, a man in grimy workman's clothes
slouched into the store. He pretended to interest himself in a
cigarette slot machine, but Penny noticed that he darted furtive
glances at the waiting customers.

Something about the man's appearance struck Penny as peculiar. She
conceded that he looked like a day laborer yet his actions and
mannerisms were not in keeping.

"I've seen him before," she thought.

Suddenly the picture of Rap Molberg flashed into her mind. Yet as she
scrutinized the man a second time she could see only a slight
resemblance to the photo her father had shown her.

However, as the man moved swiftly to the nearest telephone booth,
suspicion began to take root. In identifying underworld characters,
photographs were never a certain guide, that Penny knew. Too often a
criminal disguised his appearance. Not by false wigs and beards which
even a novice detective might note at a glance. Rather by altering his
features or by adopting costumes commonly seen upon the street.

Impulsively, Penny stepped into a telephone booth adjoining the one
which the workman had entered. By leaning close to the wooden panel,
she could hear part of the conversation.

"That you, Jake?" he asked gruffly. "Everything's set for the big
haul. We're all ready to go ahead whenever the boss gives the word."

By this time Penny was almost certain that she was listening to the
voice of Rap Molberg. Although in general the man did not resemble the
photo which she had seen, the color of his eyes and the expression of
his mouth were identical. His build seemed to correspond to the
figures of the Bertillon record.

A minute later the man slammed down the telephone receiver and left the
booth. Penny waited u