Part 27 (1/2)

Suddenly fearful, she jerked open the door and groped for a light. As the tiny room blazed with illumination, she uttered a startled gasp.

Almost at her feet, cheek against the floor, lay Salt Sommers.

CHAPTER 18 _A SECOND TEST_

As Penny knelt beside Salt, he stirred slightly and raised a hand to his head. She saw then that there was a tiny break in the skin which also was slightly discolored. Either the photographer had fallen or he had been slugged.

Before she could go for help, he sat up, staring at her in a bewildered manner. Penny a.s.sisted him to a chair, and dampening a handkerchief with water from the tap above the developer trays, applied it to his forehead.

”What happened?” she inquired anxiously when Salt seemed able to speak.

”Slugged,” he answered in disgust.

”By whom?”

”Don't know. The fellow must have been in the darkroom when I came here to develop my films. Fact is, I thought I heard someone moving around. I stepped to the door to see, and bing! That's the last I knew.”

”Has anything been taken, I wonder?” Switching on another light, Penny glanced over the room. The drawer of a filing cabinet where old films, and plates were kept, remained open.

”Someone may have been looking in there!” she commented. ”Salt, whoever he is, he must be searching for a film he is afraid we'll publish in the paper.”

”Maybe so,” Salt agreed, holding a hand to his throbbing forehead. ”But I don't know of any picture we have that would damage anyone.”

Penny stepped to the doorway of the darkroom. In the larger room, the skylight remained closed. It was impossible to tell if anyone had entered the building in that way.

Some distance down the hall was a seldom-used stairway which led to the roof. Finding a door opening into it, Penny climbed the steps to look about. The rooftop was deserted, but in the building directly across from the _Star_, a corridor window remained open.

”How easy it would be for a man to step out onto the roof from there,”

she thought. ”If the skylight or the stairway door were unlocked, he easily could enter the _Star_ photography room without being seen.”

Across the way, in the adjoining building, a man stood at an office window, watching Penny curiously. Sun glared on the panes so his face was distorted. But from the location of the window, she felt certain it was Mr. Cordell.

After a moment, Penny turned and went back down the stairs. The exit at its base was barred by a door with a rusty key in the lock.

Pa.s.sing through, Penny locked it, and slipped the key into her purse.

”That should stop our prowler for a few days,” she thought.

In the photography room again, she checked the skylight, and finding it locked, was convinced that this time the mysterious visitor had entered the building by means of the stairs. She knew the door was usually kept locked, but undoubtedly the janitor had been careless.

By this time Salt was feeling much better. While Penny waited, he explained to the editor why the photos would not be ready until morning, then declared he was ready to start for Blue Hole Lake.

”Do you really feel like going?” Penny asked dubiously.

”Sure thing,” the photographer insisted. ”It takes more than a little tap on the head to put me out of running.”

Salt walked a trifle unsteadily as they went down the back stairs together, but once they were in the press car, he seemed his usual jovial self.

”Now tell me about that plan of yours for tonight,” Penny urged as they jounced along the country road.