Ghost Beyond the Gate
S WITHOU
te to you," Mr. DeWitt said quietl
asket?" Penny asked. "Do you sup
ther never paid any atten
not to show how much it disturbed her. "I
replied. "There was no
, frowning. "Probably thought I'd worry about it. This
ather was waylaid by enemies, Penny. Not at all. According to reports, Mr. Parker was
n who drove
sses she offered to take him
an?" demanded Penny. "Ca
so
chirr came to the desk, spreading a d
Parker Mysteriously Disappears,' and beneath it, a double column story. I dug a good
ldn't like this, Schirr. It's too sensational. Bust
s is a b
ny minute," retorted DeWitt. "A 'disappeara
rr refuted, his eyes blazing. "I say we s
sensationalism," Penny sa
her. Although he made no reply, she read
red curtly. "And try to find a mo
ling it in his hand. As he started for the morgue
t into that fellow la
oked tired and pale. For fifteen years he had been closely asso
ll, Mr. DeWitt?
"Lately I've been having a little pain in my side-
ff, Mr. DeWitt? You've
me to go home?" the editor bark
tar office. Debating a moment, she walked to the nearby police station. There s
His description has been broadcast over the radio. We'
ility that her father had
ef Jalman. "It's my opinion your father will show
ich led toward the scene of the accident. Reaching the familiar street, she noted that her
ed more people," she thought. "It never occurr
se to the bent lamp post, Penny went inside. A frie
ed that her father had been injured in the car
ectives," replied the owner of the candy sh
itness the
happened so fast I wasn't
the license number of
an inquired. "Now I to
he may have been mistaken. Did you notic
as about my age
dres
ld say. But she drove
sider her a wo
from the
woman who had aided her father. She was somewhat reassured when the candy s
y the accident?" she
into the car sort of holding his head. The
was t
case. At any rate, he returned to his own aut
nce more. The weather had turned colder, but she s
r father soon would return home. Mrs. Weems was confident he would be found safe-so was Mr. DeWitt. After all, onl
She could not forget the mysterious telephone call, the threatening lette
e railroad station loomed as a dark blur, reminding her of Jerry. If only he hadn't gone
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