Craven Danger dialed Betty Fletcher’s home number for a third time. This time she answered the phone. “Oh, good” said Craven. “You’re back. I been tryin’ ta call ya for an hour.”
In a neat little cape cod house in the Bronx there dwell many Dangers. Mollie Danger put the kettle on to boil and sat at the breakfast table to face the morning weather.
Betty Fletcher climbed the stairs to the second floor office and heard the jangling of the telephone. She unlocked the door and hung her coat on the rack.