There was a little wait and then the return message came in over the other teletype.
“YOU’VE BEEN TALKING WITH HIM. AM SENDING SALT SOMMERS BY PLANE TO GET PICTURES. SORRY I DIDN’T TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU WROTE MAXWELL WAS INVOLVED IN ILLEGAL BUSINESS AT PINE TOP. THIS OUGHT TO MOP UP HIS SUIT AGAINST THE PAPER. GREAT STUFF, PENNY! WHO UNCOVERED THE STORY?”
Chuckling to herself, Penny went back to her keyboard and tapped:
“DON’T ASK ME. I’M TRYING TO BE MODEST.”
She waited eagerly for the response and it came in a moment.
“I WAS AFRAID OF IT. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?”
Thoroughly enjoying the little game of questions and answers, Penny once more tapped her message.
“FINE AS SILK. WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO PINE TOP? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME FOR XMAS? IT SHOULD BE SOMETHING GOOD AFTER THIS.”
Soon Mr. Parker’s reply appeared on the moving sheet of paper.
“SOON. PERHAPS SOMETHING WITH FOUR WHEELS AND A HORN.”