Penny Nichols and the Black Imp

by Joan Clark

  CHAPTER XII

  The Missing Workman

  No sooner had Max Lynch banged out of the office than Penny camehurrying in.

  "What happened?" she questioned her father.

  "Nothing. Max just decided to leave."

  "You must have said something to him," Penny insisted. "When he wentout he looked actually frightened. His face was as white as if he'dseen a ghost."

  "I don't know what made Max change his mind about wanting to talk withme," the detective said, frowning thoughtfully. "He seemed to bestartled when he saw that statue of yours."

  "The Black Imp?" Penny asked in surprise.

  "Yes, he took one look at it and started off without a word ofexplanation."

  Curiously, the detective picked up the figure and carefully examined it.

  "I can't see anything wrong with it," he admitted. "You say thisstatue came from Hanley Cron's studio?"

  "Yes, he was angry when Amy tried to take it away from him. Then thepoliceman came in and he seemed afraid to protest."

  The detective made no reply. He sat lost in thought for a moment, thenarose.

  "Well, I guess I'll amble over to the police station."

  "Then I may as well be going home," Penny said. She picked up theBlack Imp from the desk and carefully wrapped it.

  "I'll take you in the car if you like."

  "No, I'll walk," Penny replied. "I've been gaining weight lately andneed the exercise."

  Mr. Nichols smiled, for Penny barely tipped the scales at a hundredpounds. They left the building together and separated.

  "I should be home early for dinner tonight unless something unforeseencomes up," Mr. Nichols mentioned in parting.

  Penny found Mrs. Gallup ironing in the kitchen. She paused to displaythe Black Imp, but the housekeeper was not greatly impressed.

  "And you call that a work of art!" she scoffed. "It's just an old lumpof clay."

  "This is only a copy of Amy Coulter's fine piece, Mrs. Gallup. Not avery good copy either. But don't you think the design is clever?"

  "I can't say I do. That Imp has such a sinister look on his face--asif he were guarding a wicked secret!"

  "Now that's an idea!" Penny laughed. "Maybe he is. At least hefrightened a crook out of Dad's office this afternoon."

  "What was that?" Mrs. Gallup demanded quickly.

  Penny did not repeat for she had no desire to alarm the housekeeper.After all she could not be certain that the Black Imp had been thecause of Max Lynch's sudden leave taking.

  "Oh, I was just talking," she murmured, and departed before Mrs. Gallupcould question her further.

  Penny took the little statue to her room, and after trying it inseveral locations, decided that it looked best on the maple desk. Shethen sat down to write a few lines in her diary, but whenever sheglanced up the Black Imp seemed to be staring down at her with aninquiring scrutiny.

  "You are a wicked little beast!" Penny chuckled. "Are you trying tolearn what I'm writing about the jewelry theft?"

  She turned the Black Imp so that he faced the wall and finished thenotation in her diary.

  It was a few minutes after five when Penny heard the front door bellring. Thinking that one of her school chums had come to call, shedarted down the stairs to answer. The visitor was Mrs. Dillon.

  "Why, how do you do," Penny stammered. "Won't you come in?"

  She wondered what had brought the woman to the house at such a latehour of the afternoon. A conviction dawned upon her that Mrs. Dillonhad learned of the hoax she and Amy had perpetrated in order to see theRembrandt. She steeled herself for an unpleasant interview.

  "Is your father here?" Mrs. Dillon inquired.

  "No, Mrs. Dillon. He hasn't returned from the office."

  "It's very important that I see him--about my stolen necklace, youknow."

  A feeling of relief surged over Penny. "Father should be arriving anymoment now. Would you care to wait?"

  "Yes, I believe I will."

  Mrs. Dillon sank wearily into the chair which the girl offered. "I'vehad such a dreadful day. My beautiful necklace was stolen and thepolice haven't been able to find a trace of the thief. But then, youknow all about it, for you were there."

  "Perhaps the pearls will still be recovered," Penny said politely.

  "That's what Mr. Cron tells me. He says it's foolish of me to worry.The police are certain to find them within a few days."

  "Your loss was covered by insurance?" Penny inquired innocently.

  "Oh, no! That's the dreadful part."

  Penny looked sharply at Mrs. Dillon. The woman seemed so earnest thatit was difficult to believe she was deliberately telling a falsehood.Yet the incident of the painting already had given the girl a clue asto Mrs. Dillon's character. If the woman knowingly would purchase astolen picture was it not reasonable to suppose that she would feel noqualms at cheating an insurance company?

  In the hope of gaining a little information, Penny casually brought upthe subject of the Rembrandt, but Mrs. Dillon immediately becamesecretive. She would not talk of the picture even in a general way.

  "I'll never learn anything except by making a direct accusation," Pennythought. "I don't dare do that--yet."

  She was relieved when her father came a few minutes later.

  "I'm sorry to bother you at your home," Mrs. Dillon began nervously,"but I had to see you at once. My pearl necklace was stolen thisafternoon."

  "Yes, so I heard," Mr. Nichols replied.

  "I want you to take the case. You must help me recover my pearls."

  "I am afraid I can't take the case, Mrs. Dillon."

  "But why not? You've helped others. Everyone says you are the bestdetective in the city. And I'll pay you well."

  "It isn't a matter of money, Mrs. Dillon. To tell you the truth, theReliance Insurance Company also requested me to work on the case."

  "The Reliance Insurance Company? I don't understand. What have theyto do with it?"

  "Your necklace was insured with them, I believe," Mr. Nichols saidevenly.

  "Oh, no!"

  "For fifteen thousand dollars."

  "Certainly not," Mrs. Dillon replied indignantly. "Are you suggestingthat I would lie about the matter?"

  "I thought you might have forgotten."

  "This is too ridiculous!" Mrs. Dillon snapped. "I didn't come here tobe insulted."

  "Please don't consider my remarks in that light, Mrs. Dillon. I wasmerely explaining why I can't take the case. I expect to serve theReliance Company."

  "They have absolutely nothing to do with the necklace." Mrs. Dillonangrily arose. "I am sorry I wasted my time coming here!"

  Haughtily, she left the house, and Penny, who watched from the window,saw her drive away with her chauffeur.

  "Do you really intend to take the case for the Reliance people?" shequestioned eagerly.

  "Oh, I suppose I shall."

  "What do you think of Mrs. Dillon, Dad?"

  "She bores me," Mr. Nichols yawned. "Without a background of money andsocial position she would be nothing but a noisy phonograph record."

  "I meant about her claim regarding the necklace. Were the pearlsactually insured?"

  "Oh, of course," Mr. Nichols returned, a trifle impatiently. Helaughed. "I can't imagine the Reliance people turning over a coldfifteen thousand dollars if they didn't owe it."

  "But if Mrs. Dillon expects to collect the money why should she lie?"

  The detective shrugged. "Some women are funny."

  Mrs. Gallup came to announce dinner and at the table the subject wasnot resumed. Penny sighed as she stole a glance at her father'simmobile face. She could never tell what he was thinking and hisreluctance to discuss any case upon which he happened to be working wasat times irritating.

  The next morning after helping Mrs. Gallup wash windows, Penny wentdown town to have luncheon with her father. She felt rather importantas she entered the office for it was not often that he exte
nded such aninvitation.

  The door of the inner room was ajar and Miss Arrow was nowhere insight, so Penny entered. To her surprise the private office was ingreat confusion. Papers had been tossed over the floor and the filingcabinet rifled. Mr. Nichols and his secretary were occupied examiningthe contents of the safe.

  "What's the matter?" Penny questioned. "Are you house cleaning or dida cyclone strike the place?"

  "Someone broke in here last night and went through everything," Mr.Nichols answered.

  "Anything valuable taken?"

  "No, not so far as we've discovered. Only a little cash that was inthe safe--nothing of consequence."

  "Who do you suppose did it?" Penny asked. She leaned carelesslyagainst the desk but her father pulled her away.

  "Be careful where you park yourself," he ordered. "I haven't finishedtaking finger prints yet."

  Penny waited while Miss Arrow and her father made a systematicinventory of the contents of the room. They were both too busy totalk. At one o'clock Penny grew discouraged.

  "How much longer before you'll be ready to go to lunch, Dad?"

  "Oh, an hour at least."

  "Then I guess I'll go by myself. I'm dreadfully hungry."

  "Good idea," the detective approved. "You might have some sandwichesand coffee sent in for Miss Arrow and myself." He tossed her a billand went on with his work.

  At a nearby restaurant Penny ordered luncheon for herself and had apackage of cold food and a large thermos bottle of coffee dispatched toher father's office.

  She ate somewhat mechanically as she reflected upon the audacity of theperson who had dared to rifle her father's office. A few years beforeshe recalled that a thief had broken into the safe, but he had beencaptured within forty-eight hours.

  As Penny left the restaurant she purchased a newspaper and glanced atthe headlines. The story of the Dillon robbery appeared in column onebut the details were not given very accurately.

  Penny folded the paper and walked slowly down the street. Having nodestination in mind she wandered toward the park. Seating herself on abench she idly watched the passersby.

  Presently her attention was drawn to a man who had paused near a largetree not far away. He appeared strangely familiar, but at first glancePenny did not recognize him. She scrutinized him closely. He woredark horn-rimmed glasses and kept the brim of his broad hat pulled low.

  "Why, it's Mr. Hoges!" Penny thought. "The museum workman!"

  She felt certain that the man had not worn dark glasses when she hadseen him at the Gage Galleries. He was well dressed, even expensively,yet she knew the salary he had received from the museum could not be alarge one.

  "Mr. Hoges was supposed to be out of the city on vacation too," shereflected. "I think I'll go over and talk with him."

  Before she could move from the bench she saw the man take out his watchand stare at it. Then he gazed impatiently up and down the walk as ifhe were expecting someone. Penny kept her head bent and he did notbestow a second glance in her direction.

  She thought: "I'll just wait and see for whom he's waiting. I maylearn more that way."

  Ten minutes passed. Mr. Hoges grew more impatient. He paced back andforth in front of the tree. Then abruptly he halted, and his facelighted up.

  From the other side of the park a girl in a blue coat rapidlyapproached. As she hurried up to the waiting Mr. Hoges, her face wasslightly averted.

  "I'm sorry to be late," she murmured.

  The voice was musical and low. Penny recognized it instantly, yetfound it difficult to believe her own ears. If only the girl wouldturn her head----

  Just then she did, and Penny could no longer hope that she had beenmistaken. The newcomer was Amy Coulter.