[Transcriber's note: Extensive research found no evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Penny Nichols and the Black Imp
By
JOAN CLARK
The Goldsmith Publishing Company CHICAGO ——— NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT MCMXXXVI BY THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
The Black Imp
CHAPTER I
The Black Imp
A slightly decrepit roadster lurched to an abrupt halt in front of the Altman residence, and the blond, blue-eyed driver hailed a plump, dark-haired girl who stood on the front porch.
"Hello, Susan. Been waiting long?"
"Only about ten minutes, Penny."
"I'm terribly sorry to be late, but I think we can still make it on time if we hurry."
Before replying, Susan Altman slid into the front seat beside her chum, Penelope Nichols. Then she said frankly:
"If we miss the affair altogether I shan't be broken hearted. I'm going solely to please you."
Penny laughed as she steered the car smoothly through traffic.
"I know you are, Sue. But I don't think we'll have such a dull time as you imagine. It isn't every day that one has an opportunity to see a five thousand dollar statue unveiled."
"Will the winner of the Huddleson prize get that much money?" Susan asked in awe.
"Yes, and they say the competition this year has been very keen. The showing today at the Gage Galleries is a private one—the general public won't be allowed to see the statues for a week or so."
"Then how do we get in?"
Penny displayed two printed cards. "Dad," she announced laconically.
Penny's father, Christopher Nichols, a noted detective, was well known in Belton City and had many influential friends. The tickets to the special showing of the prize statuary at the Gage Galleries had been presented to him and since he had no interest in the affair he had passed them on to his daughter.
"The winning statue is to be unveiled at three o'clock," Penny declared. "What time is it now, Sue?"
"Then we'll never make it," Penny groaned, stepping harder on the gasoline pedal.
"Say, you slow down or I'll get out and walk," Susan protested. "I don't intend to risk my life—not for any old statue!"
Penny obediently slackened speed. Although she drove well and had the car under perfect control she had been traveling a trifle fast. "That's better," Susan approved. "At this speed there's absolutely no danger——"
Her words broke off abruptly as Penny slammed on the foot brake so hard that she was flung forward in the seat. From a side street, a long gray sedan unexpectedly had entered the main boulevard, the driver utterly disregarding the stop sign.
Penny swerved in time to avoid a crash, but the fenders of the two cars jarred together.
The girls sprang out to see how much damage had been done. The driver of the gray sedan likewise drew up to the curbing and alighted. He was a tall, thin man with a black moustache, immaculately dressed in gray tweeds. He wore a gardenia in the lapel of his well-tailored coat.
