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“Got to get word to the Chief,” they heard him mutter. [154
“Got to get word—”

A long while after that Jerry remained perfectly quiet.

Suddenly arousing, his eyes opened wide and he
struggled to sit up. Mr. Parker gently pressed him back.

“Where am I?” Jerry muttered. “Let me out of here! Let

me out!”

“Quiet, Jerry,” soothed Mr. Parker. “You’re with friends.”

The reporter’s tense grip on the editor’s hand relaxed.

“That you, Chief?”

“Yes, Jerry. Just lie quiet. We’ll have you to a doctor in a

few more minutes.”

“Doctor! I don’t need any doctor,” he protested, trying

once more to sit up. “What happened anyway?”

“That’s what we would like to know.”

“Can’t you remember anything, Jerry?” Penny asked.

“You went out on the river to try to trace those two men
in the cruiser.”

“Oh, it’s coming back to me now. I ran into their boat

down by Cranberry Cove. They tied up there.”

“And then what happened?” Penny demanded, as Jerry

paused.

“I saw ’em walk ashore. Thought I would follow so I

tied up my boat, too. They started off through the trees.
Pretty soon they met a third man, a well dressed fellow,
educated too.”
“Did you hear any of their conversation?” Mr. Parker [155
questioned.

“I heard Kippenberg’s name mentioned. That caught my

interest so I crept closer. Must have given myself away
because that’s about the last I remember. A ton of
dynamite seemed to explode in my head. And here I
am.”

“Obviously, you were struck from behind with some

heavy object,” Mr. Parker said. “They probably dumped
you back in your own boat and set it adrift. You never
saw your attacker?”

“No.”

Jerry rested for a moment, and then as it dawned upon

him that he was being speeded to a doctor, he began to
protest.

“Say, Chief, I’ll be all right. I don’t need any doc. Head’s
clear as a bell now.”

“That’s fine, Jerry. But you’ll see a doctor anyway and

have X-rays. We’re taking no chances.”

“Then at least let me go back to Riverview,” Jerry

grumbled. “I don’t want to be stuck in any hick town
hospital.”

“If you feel equal to the trip, I guess we can grant you
that much. You seem to be all right, but I want to make
sure. Can’t take chances on the paper being sued later
on, you know.”

“Oh, I get the idea,” said Jerry with a grimace.

“Thinking of the old cash register, as usual.”
Penny drew a deep sigh of relief. If Jerry were able to [156
make jokes he couldn’t be seriously injured. She still felt
weak from the fright she had received.

“The police will find those men who attacked you,” she
told him. “I hope they’re put in prison for life, too!”

“The police?” Jerry repeated. He stared up into Mr.

Parker’s face. “Say, Chief, you’re not aiming to spill the
story, are you?”

“I was.”

“But see here, if you notify the police, we’ll show our
hand to the rival paper. If we keep this dark we could
do our own investigating, and maybe land a big scoop.”

“Justice is more important than a scoop, Jerry,” returned

Mr. Parker. “If those men had anything to do with
Atherwald’s disappearance, and it looks as if they did,
then we are duty bound to hand our clues over to the
police. By trying to handle it alone, we might let them
escape.”

“Guess maybe you’re right at that,” Jerry acknowledged.

As she saw that the reporter was rapidly recovering

strength, Penny left him to the care of her father and
went forward to speak with Harry Griffith.

“Where are we now?” she inquired.

“Just comin’ to the Kippenberg estate,” he told her.

“Only that far? We don’t seem to be making very fast

time.”

[157
“We’re buckin’ the current, Miss. And there’s a right stiff
wind blowing.”

She had not noticed the wind before or how overcast

the sky had become. One could not see many yards in
advance of the boat.

Ahead loomed the drawbridge in open position as usual.

But Penny could not see the red lantern which she had
noticed upon the trip down. Had the light been blown
out by the wind?

In any case, it would not greatly matter, she reflected.

Few cars traveled the private road. And any person who
came that way would likely know about the bridge.

And then, above the steady hum of the motor boat

engine, Penny heard another roar which steadily
increased in intensity. A car was coming down the road
at great speed!

“The lantern must be there,” Penny thought. “It’s

probably hidden by a tree or the high bank. Of course
it’s there.”

She listened with a growing tension. The car was not

slowing down. Even Harry Griffith turned his head to
gaze toward the entrance ramp of the drawbridge.

It was all over in an instant. A scream of brakes, a loud

splintering of the wooden barrier. The speeding
automobile struck the side of the steel bridge, spun
sideways and careened down the bank to bury itself in
the water.

[158
 CHAPTER
19
A DARING RESCUE

Those in the motor boat who had witnessed the disaster

were too horrified to speak. They could see the top of
the car rising above the water into which it had fallen,
but there was no sign of the unfortunate driver or other
possible occupants.

Penny began to kick off her shoes.

“No!” shouted her father, divining her purpose. “No! It’s

too dangerous!”

Penny did not heed for she knew that if the persons in
the car were to be saved it must be by her efforts. Her
father could not swim well and Harry Griffith was
needed at the wheel of the motor boat.

Scrambling to the gunwale, the girl dived into the water.

She could see nothing. Groping her way to the
overturned coupe, she grasped a door handle and
turned it. All her strength was required to pull the door
open. Her breath was growing short now. She worked
faster, with frantic haste.
A hand clutched her own. Before she could protect [159
herself she felt the man upon her, clawing, fighting,
trying to climb her shoulders, upward to the blessed air.

His grasp was loose. Penny ducked out of it but held

fast to his hand. She braced her feet against the body of
the car and pushed. They both shot upward to the
surface.

Griffith and her father lifted the man out of the water
into the motor boat.

“Have to go down again,” Penny gasped. “There may be

others.”

She dived once more, doubling herself into a tight ball,

and giving a quick, upthrust of her feet which sent her
straight to the bottom. She swam into the car and
groped about on the seat and floor. Finding no bodies,
she quickly shot to the surface again. Her father pulled
her over the side, saying curtly: “Good work, Penny.”

The victim she had saved seemed little the worse for his
ducking. With Griffith’s help he had divested himself of
his heavy coat and was wringing it out.

Penny had obtained no clear view of the man, nor did

she ever, for just at that moment, Jerry raised himself to
a sitting position. He stared at the bedraggled one and
pointed an accusing finger.

“That’s the fellow!” he cried in an excited voice. “The

one I was telling you about—”

The man took one look at Jerry and gazed quickly [160
about. By this time the motor boat had drifted close to
shore. Before anyone could make a move to stop him,
the man hurled himself overboard. He landed on his
feet in shallow water. Splashing through to the shore, he
scuttled up the steep bank and disappeared in the
darkness.

“Don’t let him get away!” shouted Jerry. “He’s the same
fellow I saw in the woods!”

“You’re certain?” asked Mr. Parker doubtfully.

“Of course! If you think I’m out of my head now, you’re

the one who’s crazy! It’s the same fellow! Oh, if I could
get out of this boat!”

Griffith brought the craft to shore. “I’ll see if I can

overtake him,” he said, “but he’s probably deep in the
woods by this time.”

The boatman was a heavy-set man, slow on his feet.

Penny and her father were not surprised when he came
back twenty minutes later to report he had been unable
to pick up the trail.

“The overturned car may offer a clue to his identity,” Mr.

Parker said, as they started up the river once more.
“The police will be able to check the license plates.”

“I wonder what the man was doing at the estate?”

Penny mused.

She groped her way toward the cabin, thinking that she
would divest herself of some of her wet garments.
Suddenly she stopped short.

“Dad, that fellow took off his coat!” she exclaimed. “He [161
must have left it behind!”
“It’s somewhere on the floor,” Harry Griffith called to
her.

Penny found the sodden garment lying almost at her

feet. She straightened it out and searched the pockets.
Her father moved over to her side.

“Any clues?” he asked.

Penny took out a water-soaked handkerchief, a key ring

and a plain white envelope.

“That may be something!” exclaimed Mr. Parker. “Handle

it carefully so it doesn’t tear.”

They carried the articles into the cabin. Mr. Parker

turned on the light and took the envelope from his
daughter’s hand. They were both elated to see that
another paper was contained inside.

Mr. Parker tore off the envelope and flattened the letter
on the table beneath the light. The ink had blurred but
nearly all of the words could still be made out. There
was no heading, merely the initials: “J. J. K.”

“Could that mean James Kippenberg?” Penny asked.

The message was brief. Mr. Parker read it aloud.

“Better come through or your fate will be the same as

Atherwald’s. We give you twenty-four hours to think it
over.”

“How strange!” Penny exclaimed. “That man I pulled out [162

of the water couldn’t have been James Kippenberg!”

“Not likely, Penny. My guess would be that he had been

sent here to deliver this warning note. Being unfamiliar
with the road, and not knowing about the dangerous
drawbridge, he crashed through.”

“But James Kippenberg isn’t supposed to be at the

estate,” Penny argued. “It doesn’t make sense at all.”

“This much is clear, Penny. Jerry saw the man talking

with the two seamen, and they all appear to be mixed
up in Grant Atherwald’s disappearance. We’ll print what
we’ve learned, and let the police figure out the rest.”

“Dad, this story is developing into something big, isn’t

it?”

He nodded as he moved a swinging light bulb slowly

over the paper, hastening the drying process.

“After the next issue of the Star is printed, every paper

in the state will send their men here. But we’re out
ahead, and when the big break comes, we may get that
first, too.”

“Oh, Dad, if only we can!”

“Count yourself out of the case from now on, young

lady,” he said severely. “You scared the wits out of me
tonight, risking your life to save that no-good. Now shed
those wet clothes before you come down with
pneumonia.”

He tossed her an overcoat, a sweater and a crumpled [163

pair of slacks which Griffith had found under one of the
boat seats. Leaving the cabin, he closed the door
behind him.

Penny did not change her clothes at once. Instead, she

sat down at the table, studying the warning message.
“‘Better come through,’” she read aloud. “Does that
mean Kippenberg is supposed to pay money? And what
fate did Atherwald meet?”

[164
 CHAPTER
20
AN IMPORTANT INTERVIEW

Those same questions were pounding through Penny’s

mind the next morning when she read the first edition
of her father’s paper. Propped up in bed with pillows,
she perused the story as she nibbled at the buttered
muffins on her breakfast tray.

“Is there anything else you would like?” Mrs. Weems

inquired, hovering near.

“No, I’m quite all right,” smiled Penny. “Not even a head
cold after my ducking. Have you heard about Jerry?”

“Your father said he was doing fine.”

“Did he leave any message for me before going to the

office?”

“He said he thought you should stay in bed all day.”

“Dad would,” Penny pouted. “Well, I feel just fine. I’m

getting up right away.” She heaved aside the bed
clothes.
Then, because she couldn’t get the Kippenberg case out [165
of her head, she dressed quickly and went downstairs.
She was going out the front door when Mrs. Weems
stopped her.

“Now where are you going, Penny?”

Penny’s bright eyes twinkled and she flashed the

housekeeper an arch, provocative smile.

“Not sure just where I’m going,” she replied, her smooth
forehead creasing with thought. “But if Dad should get
curious, you can tell him he shouldn’t be surprised if he
finds me visiting with the Kippenbergs.”

“Penny! You’re not going there again?”

“Why not? I’m after a story for the Riverview Star and I
mean to get it. See you later.”

With a wave of her hand Penny walked jauntily off. A

few moments later Mrs. Weems heard the clatter of
Penny’s Leaping Lena careening down the street in the
direction of Corbin. First, however, she called for her
chum, Louise, who was eager to accompany her on the
long ride.

“I won’t be able to stay long, Penny,” said Louise.

“Mother wants me to go shopping with her later this
afternoon.”

“That’s all right,” responded Penny as the old car bolted

along the road. “If I get delayed, you can take Leaping
Lena back home, and I’ll follow later on.”

With both girls keeping up a steady run of conversation

they soon reached their destination.
Penny wondered if she would be able to enter the [166
Kippenberg estate without being challenged by the
bridgeman or a servant. Her anxiety increased upon
approaching the river, for she saw that a large group of
persons had gathered by the drawbridge.

No one paid the slightest attention to the two girls as

they abandoned the car and proceeded to the water’s
edge. Penny was pleased to find the youthful boatman
at his usual haunt on the river. He rowed the girls across
to the estate, promising to await their return.

Penny escorted Louise through the trees to the

Kippenberg house. Boldly she rang the doorbell which
was answered by a butler.

“I should like to speak with Mrs. Kippenberg,” she

requested.

“Madam will see no one,” began the man.

Footsteps sounded behind him in the hallway and Mrs.

Kippenberg stood in the door.

“So it is you?” she asked in an icy voice. “Julius, see

that this person is ejected from the grounds.”

“One moment please,” interposed Penny. “If I leave

now, I warn you that certain facts will be published in
the Star, facts which will add to your embarrassment.”

“You can print nothing which will humiliate us further.”

“No? You might like to have me mention the alligator in [167

your lily pool. And the reason why you and your
daughter are so anxious to be rid of it before the police
ask questions.”
Mrs. Kippenberg’s plump face flushed a deep red. But
for once she managed to keep her temper.

“What do you wish of me?” she asked frigidly.

“First, tell me about that painting, ‘The Drawbridge’

which was presented to your daughter as a wedding
gift. Was it not given to her by your husband?”

“I shall not answer your question.”

“Then you prefer that I print my own conclusions?”

“You are an impudent, prying young woman!” Mrs.

Kippenberg stormed. “What if the picture was given to
Sylvia by her father! Is that any crime?”

“Certainly not,” said Penny soothingly. “It merely proves

that you both know the whereabouts of Mr.
Kippenberg.”

“Perhaps I do. But I’ll tell you nothing, absolutely

nothing!”

“I have a few questions to ask about your new

gardener,” Penny went on, unmoved. “For instance, why
does he wear a wig?”

The door slammed in her face.

“That certainly was a very cold reception,” remarked

Louise as the girls walked away, the sound of the
slamming door still ringing in their ears.

Penny shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That’s [168

nothing. When you’re a reporter you have to expect
those things.” She looked about the deserted estate.
“Well, I think I’ll do some more sleuthing in the vicinity
of the pool.”

Louise looked at her wristwatch. “Goodness, it’s getting

late,” she stated. “I’d like to stay, Penny, but I think I’d
better be getting home to meet Mother.”

“Go ahead,” said Penny. “You take Leaping Lena. The

boy in the boat will row you across.”

“But how will you get home, then?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll find a way. You just go on. I
only hope the old bus holds up all the way home.”

Louise laughed and then the two girls walked to the

boat dock. In a few moments the boy in the rowboat
appeared and took Louise across. Afterward, Penny
turned back through the trees and went on to the
forbidden part of the estate.

She spent a long time about the pool, examining the

earth all about it, but she failed to learn anything new.
Finally, she retraced her steps to the river. She expected
to find the boy waiting for her, but he had disappeared.
She walked through the trees to the boat dock and
stood there until the old watchman on the other side
observed her predicament.

He obligingly lowered the drawbridge and she crossed [169

the river, pausing at the gear house to chat with him.

Penny listened without comment to his story of the

automobile accident. Thorny had his own version of how
it had occurred and she did not correct any of the
details.
“I wish I had a way to get into Corbin,” she remarked
when he had finished his lengthy account.

“If you walk down to the main road you kin catch the
county bus,” he told her. “It runs every hour.”

A long hike along a dusty highway, an equally tedious

wait at a crossroad, and finally Penny arrived in Corbin.
She went directly to the Colonial Hotel, placing a
telephone call to her father’s office.

“What are you doing in Corbin, Penny?” her father

demanded as he recognized her voice.

Penny answered him eagerly. “I’ve made an important

discovery which may blow your case higher than a kite.
No, I can’t tell you anything over the telephone. The
reason I am calling is that I may need help. Is Jerry still
in the hospital?”

“He never was there,” responded her father. “I couldn’t

make him go. He and Salt are out on the river looking
for the men who cracked him over the head. I expect
they’ll call in any time now.”

“If you do get in touch with Jerry, ask him to meet me [170
at the Colonial Hotel,” urged Penny. “I have a hunch the
big story is about to break. In any event I’ll need a ride
home.”

There was a great deal more to the conversation, with

Mr. Parker delivering a long lecture upon the proper
deportment for a daughter. Penny closed her ears,
murmuring at regular intervals, “Yes, Dad,” and finally
went back to her post in the lobby.

[171
 CHAPTER
21
THE WHITE CRUISER

For at least an hour she waited. She watched the clock

until the hands pointed to six o’clock. Tantalizing odors
came to her from the dining room, but she resolutely
downed her hunger. She did not wish to give up her vigil
even for a few minutes.

Finally Penny’s patience was rewarded. She saw a man

moving across the lobby toward the desk. He wore well-
cut tailored clothes and a low-brimmed felt hat, yet the
girl recognized him at a glance. He was the Kippenberg
gardener.

The man paused at the desk and asked for a key.

“Good evening, Mr. Hammil,” said the clerk, handing it

over.

Penny had noted that the key was taken from a mailbox
which bore the number, 381.

“So my friend, the gardener, has an alias,” she mused.

“Several of them, perhaps.”
Another half hour elapsed while the girl waited patiently [172
in her chair. Each time the elevator descended she
watched the people alight. At exactly six forty-five Mr.
Hammil stepped out of the lift, and without glancing
toward the girl, dropped his key on the desk and went
into the dining room.

The clerk, busy with several newcomers at the hotel, did

not notice. Thinking that she saw her chance, Penny
slipped from her chair, sidled toward the desk and
picked up the key. Her heart pounded as she walked
toward the elevator, but no one called to her. Her action
had passed unobserved.

“Third floor,” said Penny, and the elevator shot upward.

She located room 381 at the far end of the hall, and
with a quick glance in both directions, unlocked the door
and entered.

An open suitcase lay upon the luggage rack by the

dresser. In systematic fashion Penny went through it,
finding an assortment of interesting articles—a revolver,
and two wigs, one of gray hair, the other black. There
were no letters or papers, nothing to positively identify
the owner of the luggage. But in the very bottom of the
case Penny came upon a photograph. It was a picture
of Sylvia Kippenberg.

Penny slipped the picture into the front of her dress,

hastily replaced everything as she had found it, relocked
the door, and returned to the lobby. As she went toward
the desk intending to rid herself of the key, she stopped
short.

Jerry Livingston stood there talking earnestly with the [173

clerk.
“But I was told to come here,” she heard him protest.

“There was a girl in the lobby a few minutes ago,” the

clerk replied. “She went off somewhere.”

“No, here I am, Jerry!” Penny cried.

The reporter turned around and his face lighted up.

“Come outside, Jerry,” Penny said before he could

speak. “I have a great deal to tell you.”

“And I have some news of my own,” returned the

reporter.

They left the hotel together. Once beyond hearing,

Penny made a complete report of her afternoon
adventure, and showed Jerry the picture of Sylvia
Kippenberg which she had taken from room 381.

“Now for my story,” said Jerry. “I’ve located a place not

far from here where those two seamen buy supplies.
The owner of the store told me they tie their boat up
there nearly every night.”

“Where is Salt now, Jerry?”

“He’s keeping watch at the place. I came into town to

telephone the Star office. Your father said I was to stop
here and take you in tow.”

“You’re not starting back to Riverview?” Penny asked in

dismay.

“I don’t want to, Penny. I have a feeling our big story is

just about ready to break!”

[174
“So have I, Jerry. Let’s stay with it. I’ll explain to Dad
when we get home.”

“Then let’s be on our way,” the reporter said crisply. “No

telling what has developed while I’ve been in town.”

In the press car, the couple took the river road which
led east from the Kippenberg estate. As they bounced
along, making all possible speed, Jerry told Penny how
he and Salt had traced the two seamen. They had made
inquiry all along the river, and quite by chance had
encountered a fisherman who had given them a
valuable tip.

“But so many rumors are false, Jerry,” Penny said.

“This tip was straight. Salt and I found the white cruiser
tied up at the dock not far from this store I was telling
you about. We’ve been watching it for the past two
hours, and Salt is still there.”

“Why didn’t you call the police?”

“Wouldn’t have done any good. The men we’re after

haven’t been there all day. The only person on board is
a girl.”

“A girl?”

“Well, maybe you would say a young woman. About

twenty-two, I’d guess.”

“Jerry, you must be watching the wrong boat.”

Jerry shook his head as he drove the car into the

bushes at the side of the road. “It’s the right one, I’m
sure of it. Well, we’re here.”