“Let’s find out,” Salt suggested with a sudden flare of interest. “Maybe we’ll run into something worth a picture.”
Penny hesitated, not wishing to disregard the sign, yet eager to learn what lay beyond the barrier.
“Listen,” said Salt, “just put your little conscience on ice. We’re here to get the ‘who, when, why and where.’ You’ll never be a first class newspaper reporter if you stifle your curiosity.”
“Lead on,” laughed Penny. “I will follow. Only isn’t it getting late?”
Salt looked at his watch. “We still have a safe fifteen minutes.”
He started to step over the wire, only to have Penny reach out and grasp his hand.
“Wait!” she whispered.
“What’s the idea?” Salt turned toward her in astonishment.
“I think someone is watching us! I’m sure I saw the bushes move.”
“Your nerves are jumpy,” Salt jeered. “It’s only the wind.”