Penny Nichols and the Knob Hill Mystery Read online

  CHAPTER IX

  Herman Crocker's Visit

  "You really believe this toy lantern has a connection with the jeweltheft?" Penny asked in amazement. "And you say my theories are wild!"

  "Wait until we have talked with the Kirmenbachs," replied Mr. Nicholstersely. "I may be on the wrong track but I think not."

  Penny and her father found Mr. and Mrs. Kirmenbach awaiting them in theliving room. The elderly couple had never seen the toy lantern beforeand scarcely could believe that the detective had picked it up in thestudy.

  "It may have been dropped there by some child," Mr. Nichols remarked.

  "But no child has been in the house in weeks," Mrs. Kirmenbach saidquickly. "I can't understand it at all."

  "May I speak with your servants now?" requested the detective when thetoy lantern had been fully discussed.

  "Certainly," replied Mrs. Kirmenbach. "I will call them in."

  In turn Mr. Nichols questioned the chauffeur, the cook, and the maid.When he displayed the toy lantern, Ellen's face lighted.

  "Why, I saw that toy this morning when I first went into the study,"she said. "It was lying on the floor. I picked it up so that no onewould stumble over it and fall."

  "You dropped it on the davenport?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "I'd like to have you show me exactly where you found the lantern."

  "Certainly, sir."

  The maid led Mr. Nichols back to the study and indicated a place notfar from the wall safe.

  "Mr. Nichols, you don't think that the toy was left by the jewelthieves?" Mr. Kirmenbach asked in amazement.

  "Do you know of any other way the lantern happened to be in this room?"

  "No."

  "Then we will go upon the assumption that the toy lantern is a clueleft by the thief--a very interesting clue."

  "It seems unbelievable!" exclaimed Mr. Kirmenbach. "What would a jewelthief--a grown man be doing with a toy lantern?"

  "It does appear a bit unusual," Mr. Nichols admitted, "but I feelcertain there is a logical explanation."

  "I have great faith in your ability, Mr. Nichols," said Mr. Kirmenbach."However, I must say that I am unable to see where this clue will lead."

  "At the moment I have no idea myself," replied the detective, smiling."But I think that this may develop into something."

  He declined to amplify his statement further, and a few minutes laterleft the house with Penny. They drove slowly back toward Knob Hill.

  "Dad, I'm inclined to agree with Mr. Kirmenbach," Penny remarked. "Idon't see what good that toy lantern will do you."

  "First I'll have it examined for finger prints," the detectiveexplained. "However, so many persons have handled it that I don't lookfor anything on that score. Next I'll get in touch with InspectorHarris and have him check on the manufacturers of toy lanterns. I'lltry to find out who bought it."

  "But there must be hundreds of toys just like this," Penny protested."It doesn't have a single distinguishing feature."

  "You're wrong there, Penny. Did you notice the wick?"

  "Why, it was just an old piece of cloth."

  "Exactly. When the old wick tore away, some ingenious child fashionedanother from a piece of clothing."

  "And you hope that it will be possible to trace the cloth?" Penny askedin amazement.

  "That is what I shall try to do."

  "You surely don't think that a child committed the robbery, Dad?"

  "Hardly, Penny. But the thief may have a child of his own or a smallbrother. There is a slight chance that the lantern was leftdeliberately, but I rather doubt such a possibility."

  Turning in at their own cottage, Penny and her father noticed a strangecar standing by the picket fence.

  "It looks as if we have a visitor," the detective observed.

  Penny saw a man in a light overcoat standing by the porch talking withthe housekeeper. As she and her father came up the walk, he turned tostare at them.

  "This is Mr. Erwin Madden from Chicago," the housekeeper said. "Hewishes to see you, Mr. Nichols."

  "I hope I haven't kept you waiting," remarked the detective pleasantly.

  "No, I arrived only a few minutes ago. May I talk with you?"

  "Certainly," replied Mr. Nichols. He turned toward the housekeeper whowas loitering in the doorway. "That will be all, Mrs. Masterbrook."

  After the woman had gone, Mr. Nichols offered the visitor a chair onthe porch. Penny started to go into the house but Mr. Madden indicatedthat it was unnecessary for her to leave.

  "My business isn't of a confidential nature," he said pleasantly. "Infact, I am trying to broadcast my mission here in Kendon."

  "If I had known that I should have invited our housekeeper to remain,"smiled Mr. Nichols. "The town has few secrets unshared by her."

  "I came here in search of my business partner, a man by the name of JayKline," the visitor went on. "He left Chicago some days ago, coming toKendon to attend to a private business matter which did not concern thefirm. He has not been heard from since."

  "Indeed?" inquired Mr. Nichols politely. "You think that he has metwith a mishap?"

  "Yes, that is my belief," returned Mr. Madden gravely. "Mr. Kline gaveme to understand that his mission here was a dangerous one. Ifsomething had not gone wrong I know I should have heard of him beforethis."

  "Whom did your friend plan to visit here?"

  "I don't know," the visitor admitted. "Mr. Kline was very secretive."

  "Have you inquired for him in the village?"

  "Yes, no one has heard of the man. It is all very bewildering."

  "Are you actually sure that he came to Kendon?" inquired Mr. Nichols.

  "I have no proof, but neither have I any reason for thinking that hewould go elsewhere. I am convinced that my partner met with foul play."

  "You wished to consult me professionally?" Mr. Nichols asked. Hewondered who had sent the man to him.

  "Professionally?" Mr. Madden questioned in a puzzled tone.

  "I am a detective, you know," Mr. Nichols smiled. "On vacation at thepresent."

  "Oh," murmured the visitor in surprise. "No, I wasn't aware of yourcalling. The grocery store man sent me to you. He told me that youhad picked up a stranger in your car several nights ago, and I thoughtthat by some chance the man might have been my missing partner."

  "We did give a young man a lift to town," Mr. Nichols said. "But hisname was Walter Crocker."

  "Then I'll not trouble you further," said the visitor, arising. "Thankyou for your time."

  He bowed to Penny and her father and drove away in his car.

  "He was afraid to tell me any more about the case for fear I'd chargehim a fee," chuckled Mr. Nichols. "Very likely by the time Mr. Maddengets back to Chicago his partner will be there too."

  "Dad," said Penny thoughtfully, "maybe the man we picked up really wasJay Kline."

  "What was that?" Mr. Nichols demanded.

  "I said, perhaps the fellow who rode to town with us wasn't WalterCrocker at all but merely told us that name--"

  "I can't keep up with your theories," Mr. Nichols laughed. "You have anew one every minute."

  "That's because there are so many new developments, Dad. I wonder ifit's too late to stop Mr. Madden?"

  "He's a mile down the road by this time. And I'm glad of it because Idon't want you to make yourself or me look ridiculous. What gave youthe idea that Jay Kline and Walter Crocker are one and the same person?"

  "I don't know," admitted Penny. "It just came to me all at once.Walter Crocker mysteriously disappeared--"

  "You mean he went back to the city."

  "We don't know that at all," Penny argued. "Did anyone except you andme see Walter Crocker? No! He went to talk with his uncle, HermanCrocker, and was seen no more. His automobile mysteriously appears inCrocker's barn--"

  "Not so loud!" Mr. Nichols warned. "I think Mrs. Masterbrook isstanding by the dining room door."

  P
enny subsided into hurt silence. She felt that her theories werelogical and she did not like to have her father tease her.

  "Well, anyway I didn't think up the toy lantern clue!" she mutteredunder her breath.

  "That reminds me, I must telephone Inspector Harris," said Mr. Nichols."I hope he thinks more of my theory than you do."

  Penny could tell that her father was growing deeply interested in theKirmenbach robbery case and following his talk with Inspector Harris,he admitted that he had promised to do further work.

  "It's likely to be a tough case," he told Penny the next morning."Harris thinks we'll have no luck in tracing the toy lantern. I'mdriving over to the Kirmenbach place again this morning."

  "I believe I'll stay here this time," she replied.

  Penny was glad that she elected to remain, for a short time after herfather left, Herman Crocker drove into the yard. He greeted her in amore cordial tone than usual.

  "Is everything all right here?" he asked.

  "Oh, yes, we're getting along very well," Penny answered, glancingshrewdly at the old man. She felt certain that his real purpose incoming to the cottage was not to inquire for their comfort.

  "Mrs. Masterbrook at home?" Mr. Crocker questioned casually.

  "I saw her walking down toward the road a few minutes ago. Shall Icall her?"

  "No, I didn't want to see her anyway," he answered quickly. "Justthought I'd take a look around. I have some things stored up in theattic that I'd like to get."

  "Just go right in," said Penny. She fell into step with him. "Oh, bythe way, do you know Michael Haymond, our new hired man?"

  "Never heard of him."

  "I thought he might have been to see you."

  "Why should he?" Herman Crocker demanded, looking at Penny suspiciously.

  "I'm sure I don't know," she laughed uneasily.

  When the man made no comment Penny waited a moment and then decidedupon a bold attack.

  "For some reason Michael reminds me of your nephew," she said. "Isuppose he'll be coming back one of these days."

  "Walter?" asked the old man gruffly. "I don't look for it."

  "But won't he wish to get his car which is stored in your barn?" Pennyasked with pretended innocence.

  Herman Crocker's expression became guarded. The girl's words startledhim but only a slight twitch of his eye muscles disclosed that he hadbeen taken unawares.

  "I suppose Walter will get the car sometime," he answered slowly. "Hetold me he didn't have the money to pay a repair bill just now."

  "You had it towed to your place for him?"

  "That's right," replied Herman Crocker irritably. "Any more questions?If not I'll go on up to the attic."

  "Oh, I'm sorry," said Penny apologetically.

  She had intended to go along with the old man to the attic, but therewas something about the look he gave her which made her change hermind. She was afraid she had made her questions too pointed. It wouldnot do for Mr. Crocker to suspect her motives.

  "I guess you know your way," she said evenly, opening the screen doorfor him.

  "I ought to," snapped the old man. "I lived in this cottage for eightyears."

  He entered the house alone and Penny heard him tramping up the stairsto the attic.

  "I wonder what he's doing up there?" she thought. "I'd give a lot tofind out."