“And I’m staying right here,” Penny declared, easing herself into the nearest chair. “I have a hunch that this interview may concern me.”
CHAPTER
8
PARENTAL PROTEST
In a few minutes the office boy returned, followed by a distinguished, middle-aged man who carried a cane. Penny gave him an astonished glance for she had expected to see Grant Atherwald. It had not occurred to her that there might be two persons with the same surname.
“Mr. Atherwald?” inquired her father, waving the visitor into a chair.
“James Atherwald.”
The man spoke shortly and did not sit down. Instead he spread out a copy of the night edition of the Star and pointed to the story which Penny had covered. She quaked inwardly, wondering what error of hers was to be exposed.
“Do you see this?” Mr. Atherwald demanded.
“What about it?” inquired the editor pleasantly.
“You are holding my family up to ridicule by printing such a story! Grant Atherwald is my son!”
“Is the story incorrect?”