“Very well,” agreed Mr. Parker. “The Commodore Hotel at one.”
Bowing to Penny, Mr. Henley retreated into a waiting taxi and drove away.
“How do you like that, Dad?” Penny inquired after a moment’s silence.
“I like it,” answered Mr. Parker. “The Star could have limped along without Mr. Henley. But the going would have been tough.”
“He’ll renew the old contract?”
“Oh, yes, and probably give us a better one. Stealing Mr. Henley’s words, I am truly grateful.”
Penny gazed at her father with twinkling eyes.
“Are those idle words, Dad? Or are you willing to back them in a material way?”
“I might,” grinned Mr. Parker. “Present your bill.”
“Well, Dad, I’ve discovered to my sorrow that I can’t support two cars on my present allowance. I need a generous raise.”