As she sped to the station Betty noted the name of the company--“Pratt Players”--on a dilapidated bill-board, and on the train she planned out her campaign. She would drive to the place where they were playing, and if Frisky was there or they knew where she was, all would be plain sailing. If not, the police and private detectives must be put to work, under pledges of secrecy. She couldn’t see that Miss Dick would be needed, no matter which way things went.