Before Louise could reply the outside door opened once more, and a girl of perhaps twenty-two who walked with a long, masculine gait, came in out of the cold. Penny sat up a bit straighter in her chair.
“Do you see what I see?” she whispered.
“Who is she?” inquired Louise curiously.
“The one and only Francine Sellberg.”
“Which means nothing to me.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen her by-line in the Riverview Record! Francine would die of mortification.”
“Is she a reporter?”
“She covers special assignments. And she is pretty good,” Penny added honestly. “But not quite as good as she believes.”
“Wonder what she’s doing here?”
“I was asking myself that same question.”