The Project Gutenberg EBook of Clue of the Silken Ladder, by Mildred A. Wirt This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Clue of the Silken Ladder Author: Mildred A. Wirt Release Date: December 7, 2010 [EBook #34591] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CLUE OF THE SILKEN LADDER *** Produced by Stephen Hutcheson, Brenda Lewis and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Clue of the Silken Ladder Clue of the Silken Ladder By MILDRED A. WIRT Author of MILDRED A. WIRT MYSTERY STORIES TRAILER STORIES FOR GIRLS Illustrated CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY Publishers NEW YORK PENNY PARKER MYSTERY STORIES Large 12 mo. Cloth Illustrated TALE OF THE WITCH DOLL THE VANISHING HOUSEBOAT DANGER AT THE DRAWBRIDGE BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR CLUE OF THE SILKEN LADDER THE SECRET PACT THE CLOCK STRIKES THIRTEEN THE WISHING WELL SABOTEURS ON THE RIVER GHOST BEYOND THE GATE HOOFBEATS ON THE TURNPIKE VOICE FROM THE CAVE GUILT OF THE BRASS THIEVES SIGNAL IN THE DARK WHISPERING WALLS SWAMP ISLAND THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT COPYRIGHT, 1941, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO. Clue of the Silken Ladder PRINTED IN U. S. A. CHAPTER 1 DOUBLE TROUBLE 2 A ROPE OF SILK 3 SOCIETY ROUTINE 4 A TURN OF FORTUNE 5 THE MAN IN GRAY 6 AN APARTMENT BURGLARY 7 MARK OF THE IRON HOOK 8 PSYCHIC SIGNS 9 MRS. WEEMS’ INHERITANCE 10 OUIJA BOARD WISDOM 11 THE CELESTIAL TEMPLE 12 A MESSAGE FOR MRS. WEEMS 13 COUSIN DAVID’S GHOST 14 WET PAINT 15 HIDDEN MONEY 16 OVER THE WINDOW LEDGE 17 KANO’S CURIO SHOP 18 THE BELL TOWER 19 PENNY INVESTIGATES 20 INSIDE THE CABINET 21 STARTLING INFORMATION “It’s a ladder, Lou! A ladder made of silk!” “It’s a ladder, Lou! A ladder made of silk!” “Clue of the Silken Ladder” (See Page 11) CONTENTS PAGE 1 12 23 32 42 49 59 67 75 85 94 102 111 118 125 135 142 151 157 163 168 22 SCALING THE WALL 23 A PRISONER IN THE BELFRY 24 THE WOODEN BOX 25 EXTRA! [1] [2] [3] 174 181 188 200 CHAPTER 1 DOUBLE TROUBLE “Now I ask you, Lou, what have I done to deserve such a fate?” Jerking a yellow card from beneath the windshield of the shiny new maroon-colored sedan, Penny Parker turned flashing blue eyes upon her companion, Louise Sidell. “Well, Penny,” responded her chum dryly, “in Riverview persons who park their cars beside fire hydrants usually expect to get parking tickets.” “But we were only inside the drugstore five minutes. Wouldn’t you think a policeman could find something else to do?” “Oh, the ticket won’t cost you more than five or ten dollars,” teased Louise wickedly. “Your father should pay it.” “He should but he won’t,” Penny answered gloomily. “Dad expects his one and only daughter to assume her own car expense. I ask you, what’s the good of having a weekly allowance when you never get to use it yourself?” “You are in a mood today. Why, I think you’re lucky to have a grand new car.” Louise’s glance caressed the highly polished chrome plate, the sleek, streamlined body which shone in the sunlight. The automobile had been presented to Penny by her father, Anthony Parker, largely in gratitude because she had saved his newspaper, The Riverview Star, from a disastrous law suit. “Yes, I am lucky,” Penny agreed without enthusiasm. “All the same, I’m lonesome for my old coupe, Leaping Lena. I wish I could have kept her. She was traded in on this model.” “What would you do with that old wreck now, Penny? Nearly every time we went around a corner it broke down.” “All the same, we had marvelous times with her. This car takes twice as much gasoline. Another thing, all the policemen knew Lena. They never gave her a ticket for anything.” Penny sighed deeply. Pocketing the yellow card, she squeezed behind the steering wheel. “By the way, whatever became of Lena?” Louise asked curiously, slamming the car door. She glanced sharply at Penny. “Oh, she’s changed hands twice. Now she’s at Jake Harriman’s lot, advertised for fifty dollars. Want to drive past there?” [4] [5] “Not particularly. But I’ll do it for your sake, pet.” As the car started toward the Harriman Car Lot, Louise stole an amused glance at her chum. Penny was not unattractive, even when submerged in gloom. Upon the slightest provocation, her blue eyes sparkled; her smile when she chose to turn it on, would melt a man of stone. She dressed carelessly, brushed a mop of curly, golden hair only if it suited her fancy, yet somehow achieved an appearance envied by her friends. The automobile drew up at the curb. “There’s Lena.” Penny pointed to an ancient blue coupe with battered fenders which stood on the crowded second-hand lot. A For Sale sign on the windshield informed the public that the auto might be bought for forty dollars. “Lena’s value seems to have dropped ten dollars,” commented Louise. “My, I had forgotten how wrecky the old thing looks!” “Don’t speak of her so disrespectfully, Lou. All she needs is a good waxing and a little paint.” The girls crossed the lot to inspect the coupe. As they were gazing at it, Jake, the lot owner, sidled toward them, beaming ingratiatingly. “Good afternoon, young ladies. May I interest you in a car?” “No, thank you,” replied Penny. “We’re just looking.” “Now here is a fine car,” went on the dealer, indicating the coupe. “A 1934 model—good mechanical condition; nice rubber; a lively battery and fair paint. You can’t go wrong, ladies, not at a price of forty dollars.” “But will it run?” asked Louise, smothering a giggle. “There’s thousands of miles of good service left in this little car, ladies. And the price is only fifteen dollars above the junk value.” The thought of Leaping Lena coming to an inglorious end in a junk yard was disconcerting to Penny. She walked slowly about the car, inspecting it from every angle. “Forty dollars is too much for this old wreck,” she said firmly. “Why, Penny, such disrespect!” mocked Louise. Penny frowned down her chum. Sentiment and business were two different matters. “What will you give?” inquired the car owner alertly. “Not a cent over twenty-five.” Louise clutched Penny’s arm, trying to pull her away. “Have you lost your mind?” she demanded. “What could you do with this old car when you already have a new one?” Penny did not listen. She kept gazing at the coupe as one who had been hypnotized. “I’d take it in a minute, only I don’t have twenty-five dollars in cash.” “How much can you raise?” asked the dealer. “Not more than five dollars, I’m afraid. But my father is publisher [6] [7] of the Riverview Star.” Jake Harriman’s brows unknitted as if by magic. “Anthony Parker’s daughter,” he said, smiling. “That’s plenty good enough for me. I’ll sell you the best car on the lot for nothing down. Just come inside the office and sign a note for the amount. Will that be okay?” Disregarding Louise’s whispered protests, Penny assured the dealer that the arrangement would be perfectly satisfactory. The note was signed, and five dollars in cash given to bind the bargain. “I’ll throw in a few gallons of gas,” the man offered. However, Jake Harriman’s gasoline did not seem suited to Leaping Lena’s dyspeptic ignition. She coughed feebly once or twice and then died for the day. “You have acquired a bargain, I must say!” exclaimed Louise. “You can’t even get the car home.” “Yes, I can,” Penny insisted. “I’ll tow her. A little tinkering and she’ll be as good as new.” “You’re optimistic, to say the least,” laughed Louise. Penny produced a steel cable from the tool kit of the maroon sedan, and Jake Harriman coupled the two cars together. “Penny, what will your father say when he learns of this?” Louise inquired dubiously. “On top of a parking ticket, too!” “Oh, I’ll meet that problem when I come to it,” Penny answered carelessly. “Louise, you steer Lena. I’ll drive the sedan.” Shaking her head sadly, Louise climbed into the old car. Although Penny was her dearest friend she was forced to admit that the girl often did bewildering things. Penny’s mother was dead and for many years she had been raised by a housekeeper, Mrs. Maud Weems. Secretly Louise wondered if it were not the housekeeper who had been trained. At any rate, Penny enjoyed unusual freedom for a high school girl, and her philosophy of life was summed up in one headline: ACTION. Penny put the sedan in gear, towing the coupe slowly down the street. The two vehicles traveled several blocks before a hill loomed ahead. Penny considered turning back, and then decided that the cars could make the steep climb easily. However, midway up the hill the sedan suddenly leaped forward as if released from a heavy burden. At the same instant Lena’s horn gave a sharp warning blast. Glancing into the mirror, Penny was horrified to see Leaping Lena careening backwards down the steep slope. The tow rope had unfastened. Bringing the sedan to the curb, she jerked on the hand brake, and sprang to the pavement. Louise, bewildered and frightened, was trying desperately to control the coupe. The car gathered speed, wobbling crazily toward the line of traffic. “Guide it! Guide it!” shouted Penny. “Put on the brakes!” So confused was Louise that she lost her head completely. Straight toward a long black limousine rolled the coupe. The chauffeur spun his wheel, but too late. There was a loud crash as the two cars came together. [8] [9] Penny raced down the hill to help her chum from the coupe. “Are you hurt?” she asked anxiously. Louise shook her head, wailing: “Penny Parker, just see what has happened now! You never should have bought this stupid old wreck!” Both the chauffeur and an elderly gentleman who carried a cane, alighted from the limousine. With grim faces they surveyed the fender which had been crushed. “The owner is Mr. Kohl,” Louise whispered nervously. “You know, president of the First National Bank.” The banker did not recognize either of the girls. Addressing them both, he made several pointed remarks to the effect that irresponsible young people were very thoughtless to endanger the property of others with their ancient “jalopies.” “It was entirely my fault, Mr. Kohl,” acknowledged Penny meekly. “Of course, I’ll pay for the fender.” The banker softened somewhat, gazing at the girls in a thoughtful, more friendly way. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” he asked. “Oh, yes, Mr. Kohl.” Penny was quick to press for an advantage. “Why, I am one of your best customers. Ever since I was six years old I’ve trusted your bank with my savings!” “I remember you now,” said Mr. Kohl, smiling. “You’re the Parker girl.” Adding a mental note that Anthony Parker actually was one of the bank’s largest depositors, he decided it would be excellent policy to make light of the accident. A moment later as a policeman came to investigate, he insisted that the incident had been unavoidable and that it would be a mistake to arrest the girls. “Mr. Kohl, you were noble, absolutely noble,” declared Penny gratefully after the policeman had gone. “The least I can do is to pay for the damage.” “I’ll stop at Sherman’s Garage and have a new fender put on,” the banker responded. “The bill can be sent to your father.” After Mr. Kohl had driven away, Louise helped Penny hook the coupe to the sedan once more. She remarked cuttingly: “You’ve done right well today. One parking ticket, a bill for twenty-five dollars, and another one coming up. Just what will your father say?” “Plenty,” sighed Penny. “I wonder if it might not be a good idea to break the news by easy stages? Perhaps he’ll take it more calmly if I telephone.” “Don’t be too sure.” The street was a narrow, dingy one with few business houses. Noticing a Japanese store which bore a sign, “Kano’s Curio Shop,” she started toward it, intending to seek a public telephone. Louise seized her arm. “Penny, you’re not going in there!” “Why not?” [10] [11] [12] “This is Dorr Street—one of the worst places in Riverview.” “Oh, don’t be silly,” chuckled Penny. “It’s perfectly safe by daylight. I’ll go alone if you’re afraid.” Thus challenged, Louise indignantly denied that she was afraid, and accompanied her chum. The door of Mr. Kano’s shop stood invitingly open. Pausing on the threshold, the girls caught a pleasant aroma of sandalwood. So quietly did Louise and Penny enter that the elderly, white- haired shop owner did not immediately see them. He sat behind a high counter, engrossed in something he was sewing. “Good afternoon,” said Penny pleasantly. The Japanese glanced up quickly and as quickly thrust his work beneath the counter. Recovering poise, he bowed to the girls. “May we use your telephone if you have one?” Penny requested. “So very sorry, Miss,” the Japanese responded, bowing again. “Have no telephone.” Penny nodded, absently fingering a tray of tiny ivory figures. The Japanese watched her, and mistaking curiosity for buying interest, brought additional pieces for her to inspect. The curios were all too expensive for Penny’s purse, but after endless debate she bought a pair of wooden clogs. The shop owner padded away into a back room, intending to wrap the package for her. Scarcely had he vanished when Penny turned excitedly to her chum. “Lou, did you notice how funny he acted when we came in here?” “Yes, he didn’t want us to see what he was making evidently.” “Exactly what I thought! But we’ll fool Mr. Kano!” Giving Louise no opportunity to protest, Penny boldly peered behind the counter. “Here it is,” she whispered. “But what is it?” Hidden in a pasteboard box lay coil upon coil of what appeared to be fine, black silk rope. Curiously, she lifted it up, exposing a network of crossbars. “Well, of all things!” she exclaimed. “It’s a ladder, Lou! A ladder made of silk!” CHAPTER 2 A ROPE OF SILK Even as Penny spoke, she felt a hard, warning tug on her skirt. Quickly she turned around. [13] [14] In the doorway stood the old Japanese. His smile was not pleasant to behold. “We-we were just looking at this rope,” Penny stammered, trying to carry off the situation with dignity. “I hope you don’t mind.” The Japanese shopkeeper gazed steadily at the girl, his face an emotionless mask. Since he spoke no word, it became increasingly evident that he regarded her with anger and suspicion. “May I ask what use is made of this silk rope?” Penny inquired. “Do you sell it for a special purpose?” The Japanese coldly ignored the direct questions. “So very sorry to have kept you waiting,” he said softly. “Your change please.” Penny knew that she deserved the rebuke. Accepting the package and coins, she and Louise hastily left the shop. Not until they were some distance away did the latter speak. “Penny, you would do a trick like that! One of these days your curiosity will get us into serious trouble.” “At least I learned what was hidden behind the counter,” chuckled Penny. “But that Jap didn’t seem very eager to answer my questions.” “Can you blame him? It certainly was none of our affair what he kept inside the box.” “Perhaps not, Lou, but you must admit he acted strangely when we first entered the shop. You know—as if we had surprised him in a questionable act.” “He naturally was startled. We came in so quietly.” “All the same, I’m not one bit sorry I looked behind the counter,” Penny maintained. “I like to learn about things.” “I agree with you there!” “Lou, what purpose do you suppose silk ladders serve? Who uses them and why?” “Now, how should I know? Penny, you ask enough questions to be master of ceremonies on a radio quiz program.” “I can’t recall ever having seen a silk ladder before,” Penny resumed, undisturbed by her chum’s quip. “Would acrobats use them, do you think?” “Not to my knowledge,” Louise answered. “If I were in your shoes I should worry about more serious matters than those connected with a mere silk ladder.” “The world is filled with serious things,” sighed Penny. “But mystery! One doesn’t run into it every day.” “You do,” said Louise brutally. “If a stranger twitches his ears twice you immediately suspect him of villainy.” “Nevertheless, being of a suspicious nature won me a new car,” Penny defended herself. “Don’t forget Dad gave it to me for solving a mystery, for telling his newspaper readers what was going on Behind the Green Door.” “Oh, your curiosity has paid dividends,” Louise admitted with a [15] [16] laugh. “Take for instance the time you trailed the Vanishing Houseboat, and again when you lowered the Kippenberg drawbridge to capture a boatload of crooks! Those were the days!” “Why dwell in the past, Lou? Now take this affair of the silk ladder—” “I’m afraid you’ll have to take it,” Louise interrupted. “Do you realize it’s nearly four o’clock? In exactly ten minutes I am supposed to be at the auditorium for orchestra practice.” “Lou, you can’t desert me now,” Penny protested quickly. “How will I get Lena home? I need you to steer her.” “Thanks, but I don’t trust your tow rope.” “At least go as far as the Star office with me. Once there, maybe I can get one of the reporters to help me the rest of the way.” “Oh, all right,” Louise consented. “But the Star office is my absolute limit.” Deciding not to take time to telephone her father, Penny once more climbed into the maroon sedan, posting Louise behind the wheel of the coupe. At a cautious speed the two cars proceeded along the street, coming presently to a large corner building which housed the Riverview Star. No parking space being available on the street, Penny pulled into the newspaper plant’s loading dock. “Say, you!” shouted a man who was tossing stacks of freshly inked papers into a truck. “You can’t park that caravan in here!” Penny’s eyes danced mischievously. “Oh, it’s quite all right,” she said. “I guess you don’t know who I am.” “Sure, I do,” the trucker grinned. “But your dad gave orders that the next time you tried to pull that daughter-of-the-publisher stuff we were to bounce you! This dock is for Star trucks.” “Why, the very idea,” said Penny, with pretended injury. “The night edition doesn’t roll for an hour and I’ll be away from here before then! Besides, this is a great emergency! When Dad hears about all the trouble I’m in, a little matter such as this won’t even ruffle him.” “Okay, chase along,” the trucker returned good-naturedly. “But see to it that you’re out of here within an hour.” Penny bade Louise good-bye, and with plaid skirt swinging jauntily, crossed the cement runway to the rear elevator entrance. Without waiting for the cage to descend, she took the steps two at a time, arriving at the editorial floor gasping for breath. “What’s your rush?” inquired an amused voice. “Going to a fire?” Jerry Livingston, ace reporter for the Star, leaned indolently against the grillwork of the elevator shaft, his finger pressed on the signal button. He and Penny were friends of long standing. “Oh, hello, Jerry!” Penny greeted him breathlessly. “Guess what? I’ve just come from Dorr Street—Kano’s Curio Shop—and I had the most amazing adventure!” “I can imagine,” grinned Jerry. “If you breezed through the place the way you do this building, you must have left it in ruins.” [17] [18] [19] “Just for that, I won’t tell you a thing, not a thing,” retorted Penny. “What sort of a mood is Dad in today?” “Well, I heard him tell DeWitt that unless the news output improves on this sheet, he aims to fire half the force.” “Sounds like Dad on one of his bad days,” Penny sighed. “Maybe I should skip home without seeing him.” “Trouble with the old allowance again?” Jerry asked sympathetically. “You don’t know the half of it. I’m submerged so deeply in debt that I’ll be an old lady before I get out, unless Dad comes to my rescue.” “Well, good luck,” chuckled Jerry. “You’ll need it!” Walking through the newsroom, between aisles of desks where busy reporters tapped on their typewriters, Penny paused before a door marked: Anthony Parker, Editor. Listening a moment and hearing no voices within, she knocked and entered. Her father, a lean, dignified man with tired lines about his eyes and mouth, sat working at his desk. He smiled as he saw his daughter, and waved her toward a chair. Instead, Penny perched herself on a corner of the desk. “Dad, I have a splendid surprise for you,” she began brightly. “I’ve just accomplished a wonderful stroke of business!” “Never mind beating about the bush,” interrupted Mr. Parker. “Shoot me the facts straight. What have you done this time?” “Dad, your tone! I’ve bought back my old car, Leaping Lena. And it only cost me a trifling sum.” Mr. Parker’s chair squeaked as he whirled around. “You’ve done what?” “It’s a long story, Dad. Now don’t think that I fail to appreciate the grand new car you gave me last winter. I love it. But between Lena and me there exists a deep bond of affection. Today when I saw her on Jake Harriman’s lot looking so weather-beaten and unhappy—why, a little voice inside me whispered: ‘Penny, why don’t you buy her back?’ So I did.” “Never mind the sentimental touches. When I gave you the new car I thought we were well rid of Lena. How much did you pay for it?” “Oh, Lena was a marvelous bargain. Five dollars cash and a note for twenty more. The man said you could pay for it at your convenience.” “Very considerate of him,” Mr. Parker remarked ironically. “Now that we have three cars, and a double garage, where do you propose to keep Lena?” “Oh, anywhere. In the back yard.” “Not on the lawn, young lady. And what do you plan to do with two cars?” “The maroon one for style, and Lena when I want a good time. Why, Dad, she bears the autographs of nearly all my school friends! I should keep her as a souvenir, if for no other reason.” [20] [21] “Penny, it’s high time you learned a few lessons in finance.” Mr. Parker spoke sternly although his mouth twitched slightly. “I regret that I cannot assume your debts.” “But Dad! I’m a minor—under legal age. Isn’t it a law that a father has to support his child?” “A child, but not two cars. If you decide to take the case to court, I think any reasonable judge will understand my viewpoint. I repeat, the debt is yours, not mine.” “How will I pay?” asked Penny gloomily. “I’ve already borrowed on my allowance for a month ahead.” “I know,” said her father. “However, with your ingenuity I am sure you can manage.” Penny drew a deep breath. Argument, she realized, would be utterly useless. While her father might be mildly amused by her predicament, he never would change his decision. “Since you won’t pay for Lena, I suppose it’s useless to mention Mr. Kohl’s fender,” she said despairingly. “Does he have one?” “Please don’t try to be funny, Dad. This is tragic. While I was towing Lena, the rope broke and smash went the fender of Mr. Kohl’s slinky black limousine.” “Interesting.” “I had to promise to pay for it to keep from being arrested. Oh, yes, and before that I acquired this little thing.” Penny tossed the yellow card across the desk. “A parking ticket! Penny, how many times—” Mr. Parker checked himself, finishing in a calm voice: “This, too, is your debt. It may cost you five dollars.” “Dad, you know I can’t pay. Think how your reputation will be tarnished if I am sent to jail.” Mr. Parker smiled and reached as if to take money from his pocket. Reconsidering, he shook his head. “I know the warden well,” he said. “I’ll arrange for you to be assigned to one of the better cells.” “Is there nothing which will move you to generosity?” pleaded Penny. “Nothing.” Retrieving the parking ticket, Penny jammed it into her pocket. Before she could leave there came a rap on the door. In response to Mr. Parker’s “Come in,” Mr. DeWitt, the city editor, entered. “Sorry to bother you, Chief.” “What’s wrong now, DeWitt?” the publisher inquired. “Miss Hilderman was taken sick a few minutes ago. We had to send her home in a cab.” “It’s nothing serious I hope,” said Mr. Parker with concern. “A mild heart attack. She’ll be out a week, if not longer.” [22] [23] “I see. Be sure to have the treasurer give her full pay. You have someone to take her place?” “That’s the problem,” moaned DeWitt. “Her assistant is on vacation. I don’t know where we can get a trained society editor on short notice.” “Well, do the best you can.” DeWitt lingered, fingering a paper weight. “The society page for the Sunday paper is only half finished,” he explained. “Deadline’s in less than an hour. Not a chance we can pick up anyone in time to meet it.” Penny spoke unexpectedly. “Mr. DeWitt, perhaps I can help you. I’m a whiz when it comes to writing society. Remember the Kippenberg wedding I covered?” “Do I?” DeWitt’s face relaxed into a broad grin. “That was a real write-up. Say, maybe you could take over Miss Hilderman’s job until we can replace her.” “Service is my motto.” Penny eyed her father questioningly. “It might save the Star from going to press minus a society page. How about it, Dad?” “It certainly would solve our problem,” contributed DeWitt. “Of course the undertaking might be too great a one for your daughter.” He winked at Penny. “She’ll have no difficulty in taking over,” said Mr. Parker stiffly. “None whatsoever.” “Then I’ll start her in at once,” DeWitt replied. “Come with me, Miss Parker.” At the door Penny paused and discreetly allowed the city editor to get beyond hearing. Then, turning to her father she remarked innocently: “Oh, by the way, we overlooked one trifling detail. The salary!” The editor made a grimace. “I might have expected this. Very well, I’ll pay you the same as I do Miss Hilderman. Twenty-five a week.” “Why, that would just take care of my debt to Jake Harriman,” protested Penny. “I simply can’t do high pressure work without high pay. Shall we make it fifty a week?” “So you’re holding me up?” “Certainly not,” chuckled Penny. “Merely using my ingenuity. Am I hired?” “Yes, you win,” answered Mr. Parker grimly. “But see to it that you turn out good work. Otherwise, you soon may find yourself on the Star’s inactive list.” CHAPTER 3 [24] [25] SOCIETY ROUTINE Penny followed City Editor DeWitt to a small, glass-enclosed office along the left hand wall of the newsroom. Miss Hilderman’s desk was cluttered with sheets of copy paper which bore scribbled notations, items telephoned to the Star but not yet type- written. “There should be a date book around here somewhere,” DeWitt remarked. Finally he found it in one of the desk drawers. Penny drew a deep breath as she scanned the long list of social events which must be covered for the Sunday page. “Do the best you can,” DeWitt said encouragingly. “Work fast, but be careful of names.” The telephone bell rang. As Penny reached for the receiver, DeWitt retreated to his own domain. “Hello, Miss Hilderman?” a feminine voice cooed, “I wish to report a meeting, please.” “Miss Hilderman isn’t here this afternoon,” replied Penny politely. “I will take the item.” Gathering up paper and pencil, she slid into the revolving chair behind the telephone, poised for action. “Yes,” she urged, “I am ready.” There was a lengthy pause, and then the woman at the other end of the line recited as if she were reading from a paper: “‘A meeting of the Mystical Society of Celestial Thought, Order of Amar, 67, will be held Tuesday night at eight o’clock in the Temple, 426 Butternut Lane. The public is cordially invited.’” “What sort of society is the Order of Amar?” Penny inquired curiously, taking notes. “I never heard of it before.” “Why, my dear, the society is very well known,” the woman replied. “We hold our meetings regularly, communing with the spirits. I do hope that the item appears in print. So often Miss Hilderman has been careless about it.” “I’ll see that the item is printed under club notices,” Penny promised. “Your name, please?” The woman had hung up the receiver, so with a shrug, Penny typed the item and speared it on a wire spindle. For the next hour she was kept busy with other telephone calls and the more important stories which had to be rushed through. Copy flowed steadily from her office by way of the pneumatic tube to the composing room. Shortly after five o’clock, DeWitt dropped in for a moment to praise her for her speed and accuracy. “You’re doing all right,” he said. “So far I’ve only caught you in one mistake. Mignonette is spelled with a double t.” “This job wouldn’t be half bad if only brides could learn to carry flowers with easy names,” laughed Penny. “When I get married I’ll have violets and sweet peas!” [26] [27] DeWitt reached for the copy on the spindle. “What’s this?” he asked. “More to go?” “Club notices.” The editor tore the sheet from the wire, reading it as he walked toward the door. Abruptly, he paused and turned toward her. “Miss Parker, this can’t go through.” “Why, what is wrong?” Penny asked in surprise. “Have I made another error in spelling?” DeWitt tore off the lead item and tossed it on her desk. “It’s this meeting of the so-called Mystical Society of Celestial Thought. The Star never runs stuff like that, not even as a paid advertisement.” “I thought it was a regular lodge meeting, Mr. DeWitt.” “Nothing of the sort. Merely a free advertisement for a group of mediums and charlatans.” “Oh, I didn’t know,” murmured Penny. “These meetings have only one purpose,” Mr. DeWitt resumed. “To lure victims who later may be fleeced of their money.” “But if that is so, why don’t police close up the place?” Penny demanded. “Why doesn’t the Star run an exposé story?” “Because evidence isn’t easy to get. The meetings usually are well within the law. Whenever a police detective or a reporter attends, the services are decorous. But they provide the mediums with a list of suckers.” Penny would have asked DeWitt for additional information had not the city editor walked hurriedly away. Scrambling the item into a ball, she tossed it into the waste paper basket. Then upon second thought she retrieved it and carefully smoothed the paper. “Perhaps, I’ll drop around at the Temple sometime just to see what it is like,” she decided, placing the item in her pocket. “It would be interesting to learn what is going on there.” For the next half hour Penny had no time to think of the Celestial Temple. However, at twenty minutes before six, when her father came into the office, she was well ahead of her work. “Hello, Penny,” he greeted her. “How do you like your new job?” “Fine and dandy. Only routine items rather cramp one’s style. Now if I were a regular reporter instead of a society editor, I know several stories which would be my dish!” “For instance?” inquired Mr. Parker, smiling. “First, there’s an Oriental Shop on Dorr Street that I should investigate. The Japanese owner acted very mysteriously today when I went there. Louise and I saw him making a silk ladder, and he refused to reveal its purpose.” “A silk ladder?” repeated Mr. Parker. “Odd perhaps, but hardly worthy of a news story.” “Dad, I only wish you had seen that old Japanese—the sinister way he looked at me. Oh, he’s guilty of some crime. I feel it.”