CHAPTER 16 SILK STOCKINGS
Puzzled by Jack’s behavior and his evident reluctance to reveal what he had learned, Penny and Sally sat down beside him on the dock. At their urging he said:
“Well, I traced the number through our employment office. The badge was issued to a worker named Adam Glowershick.”
Neither of the girls ever had heard of the name, but Sally, upon studying the picture again, was sure she recalled having seen him as a passenger aboard the River Queen.
“He’s a punch press operator,” Jack added.
“And he’s the man you thought you knew?” Penny asked curiously.
“Yes. As I told you, I’ve seen him at the Harpers.” Jack acted ill at ease.
The girls exchanged a quick glance. But they did not tell Jack of their recent adventure.
“Well, why don’t we have the fellow arrested?” Sally demanded after a moment of silence. “I’m satisfied he stole the brass lantern. He probably came aboard for money, and unable to get into the safe, took the trophy for meanness.”
“Or he may be mixed up with the gang of factory brass thieves,” Penny supplied.
“You can’t prove a case against a man, because he might have dropped the badge anytime he happened to be a passenger aboard the ferry,” Jack said. “It would do no good to have him booked on suspicion.”
“Is he a friend of yours?” Sally asked significantly.
“Of course not!”
“Jack is right about it,” Penny interposed hastily. “We need more information before we ask police to make an arrest. Any other news, Jack?”
“Nothing startling. But you know that detective your father brought here from Riverview?”
“Heiney?”
“Yes, he reported today that Sweeper Joe contacted him again, offering to sell a large quantity of brass. An appointment has been made for the delivery Friday night. If it proves to be stolen brass, then he’s trapped himself.”
“Can they prove it’s the same brass?”
“Heiney numbers and records every piece he buys. He should be able to establish a case.”
Knowing that her father had intended to keep the junkman’s activities a secret, Penny was disturbed by Jack’s talking in public. Evidently he had gleaned this latest information from his father. She was even more troubled by his attitude toward Adam Glowershick.
Presently saying goodbye to Sally, she and Jack returned to Shadow Island. A strange boat was tied up in the berth usually occupied by the Spindrift. Since the sailboat was nowhere along the dock, it was evident that Mr. Gandiss, his wife, and Mr. Parker had gone for an outing on the river.
“We seem to have a visitor,” Penny remarked.
Jack said nothing, but intently studied the man who slouched near the boathouse, hat pulled low to shade his eyes from the sun glare.
“Why, isn’t that the same fellow whose picture was on the factory badge!” Penny exclaimed. “Adam Glowershick!”
“Careful or he’ll hear you,” Jack warned, scowling. “I know this man. He’s here to see me.”
Penny gazed again at the stranger who had dark bushy hair and prominent cheekbones. “If that isn’t Glowershick, it’s his twin!” she thought, and asked Jack if he had the factory badge with him.
“No, I haven’t,” he answered irritably. “Furthermore, I wish you would cut out such wild speculation. He’ll hear you.”
Jack brought the boat in. Leaping ashore, he asked Penny to fasten the ropes. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he flung at her as he strode off.
It took time to make the craft secure. When Penny glanced up from her work, Jack and the stranger had disappeared behind the boathouse.
“Queer how fast Jack ducked out of here,” she thought.
More than a little annoyed by the boy’s behavior, Penny started up the gravel path to the house. Midway there she heard footsteps, and turning, saw Jack hastening after her.
“Penny—” he began diffidently.
She waited for him to go on.
“I hate to ask this,” he said uncomfortably, “but how are you fixed for money?”
“I have a little. Dad gave me a fairly large sum to spend when we came here.”
“Could you let me have twenty dollars? It would only be a loan for a few days. I—I wouldn’t ask it, only I need it badly.”
“Dad only gave me twenty-five, Jack.”
“I’ll pay you back in just a few days, Penny. Honest I will.”
“I’ll help you out of your jam,” Penny agreed unwillingly, “but something tells me I shouldn’t do it. Your parents—”
“Don’t say anything to them about it,” Jack pleaded. “My father gives me a good allowance, and if he knew I had spent all of it ahead, he’d have a fit.”
Penny went to her room for the money, returning with four crisp five dollar bills. She had planned to buy a new dress but now it must wait.
“Thanks,” Jack said gratefully, fairly snatching the money from her hand. “Oh, yes, another favor—please don’t mention to my folks that anyone was here today.”
“Who is the man, Jack?”
“Oh, just a fellow I met.” The boy started moving away. Penny, however, pursued him down the path.
“Not so fast, Jack. Since I have a financial interest in your affairs now, it’s only fair that I ask a few questions. Did you meet this man at the Harpers?”
“What if I did?”
“Now you’re in debt to him and he’s pressing you for money. You don’t want your parents to know.”
“Something like that,” Jack muttered, avoiding her steady gaze.
“I don’t like being a party to anything I fail to understand. Jack, if you expect me to keep quiet about this, you’ll have to make a promise.”
“What is it?”
“That you’ll not go to the Harpers’ again.”
“Okay, I’ll promise,” Jack agreed promptly. “The truth is, I’ve had enough of the place. Now, is the lecture concluded?”
“Quite finished,” Penny replied.
With troubled eyes she watched Jack return to the boathouse and hand her money to the bushy-haired stranger.
“Maybe that fellow isn’t Glowershick,” she thought, “but he certainly looks like the picture. If Jack should be mixed up with those brass thieves—”
Penny deliberately dismissed the idea from her mind. A guest of the Gandiss’ family, she could not permit herself to distrust Jack. He was inclined to be wild, irresponsible and at times arrogant, yet she had never questioned his basic character. Even though it disturbed her to know that he had given money to the stranger, she refused to believe that he was dishonest or that he would betray his father’s trust.
If Penny hoped that Jack would offer a complete explanation for his actions, she was disappointed. After the stranger had gone, he deliberately avoided her. And that night at dinner, he had very little to say.
When the meal was finished, Jack roved restlessly about the house, not knowing what to do with himself. “I hope you’re planning on staying home tonight,” his mother commented. “Lately, you’ve scarcely spent an evening here.”
“There’s nothing to do on an island,” Jack complained. “I thought I might run in to town for an hour or so.”
He met Penny’s gaze and amended hastily: “On second thought, I guess I won’t. How about an exciting game of chess?”
The evening was dull, heightened only by Mr. Gandiss’ discussion of the latest difficulties at the factory. Another large quantity of brass had disappeared, he revealed to Mr. Parker.
“Perhaps our detectives will solve the mystery eventually,” he declared, “but I’m beginning to lose heart. The firm has lost $60,000 already, and the thieves become bolder each day. At the start, only a small ring operated. Now I am convinced at least ten or fifteen employes may be in on the scheme to defraud me.”
“The brass must be smuggled past the gateman,” Mr. Parker commented thoughtfully.
“We have three of them,” Mr. Gandiss replied. “Several persons have been turned in, but nothing ever could be proved against any individual who was searched.”
Deeply interested in her father’s remark, Penny kept thinking about Clark Clayton, the night-shift gateman, and his apparent friendship with Sweeper Joe. Late the next afternoon when she knew he would be on duty, she purposely arrived at the factory just as a large group of employes was leaving.
Though at his usual post, Clark Clayton did not appear especially alert. As employes filed past him, he paid them no special heed. Several persons who carried bulky packages were not even stopped for inspection.
“Why, a person could carry a ton of brass through that gate and he wouldn’t know the difference!” she thought.
Making no attempt to enter the grounds, Penny watched for a while. Then she hailed a taxi cab, and told the driver to take her to the river.
They were nearing the docks when the man, glancing back over his shoulder, said carelessly: “How would you like to buy some genuine silk stockings?”
“How would I like to stake out a claim to part of the moon!” Penny countered, scarcely knowing how to take the question.
“No, I’m serious,” the cab driver went on, slowing the taxi to idling pace. “I know a woman along the river who has a pretty fair stock of genuine silk stockings. Beauties.”
“Black market?” Penny asked with disapproval.
“Well, no, I wouldn’t call it that,” the man argued. “She had a supply of these stockings and wants to get rid of them. Nothing wrong in that. Five dollars a pair.”
“Five dollars a pair!” Penny echoed, barely keeping her temper.
“If I took you there, she might let you have them for a dollar less.”
Penny opened her lips to tell the black market “runner” what she thought of a person who would engage in such illegal business. Then she closed them again and did a little quick thinking. After all, it might be wise to learn where the place was and then report to the police.
“Well, I don’t know,” she said, pretending to hesitate. “I’d like to have a pair of silk stockings, but I haven’t much money with me. Where is the place?”
“Not far from here along the river. I’ll drive you there, and if you make a purchase, you needn’t pay me any fare.”
“All right, that’s fair enough. Let’s go,” Penny agreed.
As they rattled along the street, she carefully memorized the cab’s number, and took mental notes on the driver’s appearance, intending to report him to police. No doubt he received a generous commission for bringing customers to the establishment, she reasoned.
The cab had not gone far when it began to slacken pace. Peering out, Penny was astonished to see that they were stopping in front of the Harper house, overlooking the river.
“Is this the place?” she gasped, as the driver swung open the door. “I—I don’t believe I want to go in after all. I thought you were taking me to a shop.”
“You can’t get silk stockings anywhere else in the county,” the driver said. “Not like the kind Ma Harper sells. Just go on in and tell her I brought you. She’ll treat you right.”
Taking Penny by the elbow, he half pulled her from the cab and started her toward the shabby, unpainted dwelling.
