“Swell action picture!” he grinned.
“Don’t you dare try to use it!” screamed Mrs. Kippenberg. “I’ll telephone your editor! I’ll have you discharged!”
“See here,” offered the usher, taking out his wallet. “I’ll give you ten dollars for that picture.”
Salt shook his head, still smiling broadly.
The sound of the crash had brought servants running to the scene.
“Have this person ejected from the grounds,” Mrs. Kippenberg ordered harshly. “And see that he doesn’t get back.”
Just outside the house, Penny huddled against the wall, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. She had heard everything. As Salt backed out the door he did not glance at her but he muttered for her ears alone:
“You’re on your own now, kid. I’ll be waiting at the drawbridge.”
An instant later two servants seized him roughly by the arms and escorted him down the walk to the boat landing.