“To the Star office, if you don’t mind.”
“At this time of night?”
“I have a few notes I should type. Unfinished work always makes me nervous.”
“You, nervous!” Louise scoffed. “I’ll bet you want to see Jerry Livingston!”
“No such thing,” denied Penny indignantly. “Jerry doesn’t work on the night force unless he’s assigned to extra duty.”
“Well, you have something besides work on your mind.”
“Come along with me, Suspicious, and I’ll prove it.”
“No, thanks,” declined Louise. “It’s home and bed for me. You run along.”
The girls separated, Penny walking three blocks to the Star building. The advertising office was dark, but blue-white lights glowed weirdly from the composing room. Only a skeleton night staff occupied the newsroom.
Without attracting attention, Penny entered her own office. For an hour she worked steadily, writing copy, and experimenting with various types of make-up to be used on Monday’s page.