Part 24 (1/2)
”The child seems to be nervous and unhappy,” the young woman told them.
”Especially so since she ran away. We sincerely hope she will presently become adjusted.”
Penny asked if there was any prospect the little girl would be adopted.
”Not very soon,” Miss Anderson answered regretfully. ”In fact, her name is not on the list of eligibles. We never allow a child to leave the Home until we feel that he or she is capable of adapting himself to new conditions.”
The drive to Claymore was an enjoyable one, and by eleven o'clock, the girls had purchased many of the items on their list. To the amus.e.m.e.nt of the department store salesman, they insisted upon testing teeter-totters, swings, and even the slides.
”All this equipment is for the Riverview Orphans' Home--not for ourselves,” Penny explained. ”The committee will pay for it.”
”Very well, we'll send the merchandise just as soon as a cheque is received,” the salesman promised, giving her an itemized bill.
Feeling very well satisfied with their purchases, Penny and Louise wandered into another department of the store. The delightful aroma of food drew them to a lunch counter, and from there they went to the main floor.
The store was very crowded. As Penny was inspecting a pair of gloves on a counter, a man pushed past her, and ran toward the nearest exit. In surprise she turned around, unintentionally blocking the way of a store detective. Shoving past her, he pursued the first man only to lose him in the milling crowd near the front door.
”That fellow must have been a shoplifter!” Penny remarked to Louise. ”I think he got away too!”
The unexpected commotion had drawn the interest of many shoppers.
Mingling with the crowd, the girls heard a woman tell a companion that the man who had escaped was wanted for attempting to pa.s.s a forged cheque.
A moment later, the store detective came striding down the aisle. Pausing at the jewelry counter he spoke to the floorman, confirming the report.
”Well, the fellow escaped! He tried to pa.s.s a b.u.m cheque for fifty dollars.”
”What name did he use?” the floorman inquired.
”Ben Bowman. It will be something else next time.”
Penny had heard the words. Startled by the name, she moved hastily to the detective's side.
”Excuse me,” she addressed him, ”did I understand you to say that a man by the name of Ben Bowman forged a cheque?”
”That's correct, Miss,” the detective answered, staring at her curiously.
”Know anything about the man?”
”I think I may. Would it be possible for me to see the cheque?”
The detective removed it from a vest pocket, offering the signature for inspection. One glance satisfied Penny that the cheque had been signed by the same man who had been sending her father ”crank” messages.
”At home I have a telegram which I'm sure bears this identical signature!” she revealed. ”I've never seen the man though--except as he ran through the store.”
The store detective questioned Penny at length about her knowledge of Bowman. Realizing that a description of the man might be of great value to her, he showed her a small card which bore a mounted photograph.
”This is Ben Bowman,” he a.s.sured her. ”He's an expert forger, and uses any number of names. Think you can remember the face?”
”I'll try to,” Penny replied. ”He doesn't seem to have any distinguis.h.i.+ng features though.”