"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.
