“Jerry?”
“Yes, Dad assigned him to the Kippenberg story. I suppose he drove to Corbin today in the hope of seeing Miss Sylvia.”
“And she may have come here just to escape reporters.”
“For two cents I’d try to interview her myself,” Penny said.
“Do you think she would talk with you?”
“Not if she realizes I am a reporter. But at least I can try.”
“Don’t create a scene whatever you do,” Louise warned uneasily. “Not that I would mind. But Aunt Lucinda would die of mortification.”
“I’ll try to be careful,” Penny promised.
She sauntered forward, gradually working toward the table where the young woman served. Selecting an article at random from the display, she inquired its price.
“Ten dollars,” Miss Kippenberg answered mechanically.