“Of course, I’ll remain,” came Mrs. Weems’ surprising answer. “I made up my mind to that two days ago. You and your father never could take care of yourselves.”
“What will you do with your inheritance, Mrs. Weems?”
“I hope your father will invest it for me,” replied the housekeeper meekly. “One thing I know. No medium will tell me what to do with it.”
The hour was late. Penny felt relieved when her father locked his desk in preparation for leaving the office.
They walked through the newsroom, down the stairway to the street. A middle-aged man in a brown suit and derby hat alighted from a taxi, pausing as he saw them.
“Mr. Parker!” he called. “May I speak with you?”
The publisher turned, recognizing him. “Mr. Henley!” he exclaimed.
“I have just come from the police station,” the advertiser said in an agitated voice. “I was told that your daughter is responsible for the capture of the men who robbed our home tonight.”
“Yes, Penny managed to have a rather busy evening,” smiled Mr. Parker. “I hope you suffered no loss.”
“Everything was recovered, thanks to your daughter. Miss Parker, I realize I never can properly express my appreciation.”