“I can’t put my thoughts into words. It’s just that my newspaper instinct tells me this story may develop into something big. Kippenberg’s disappearance never was fully explained and his wife refused to discuss the affair with reporters.”
“Kippenberg might be at the wedding,” said Penny, thinking aloud. “If he were a normal father he would wish to see his daughter married.”
“You follow my line of thought, Penny. When you’re at the estate—if you get in—keep your eyes and ears open.”
“Then you’ll let me cover the story?” Penny cried in delight.
“Yes, I’ll telephone the office now and arrange for a photographer to go with you.”
“Tell them to send Salt Sommers,” Penny suggested quickly. “He doesn’t act as know-it-all as some of the other lads.”
“I had Sommers in mind,” her father nodded as he reached for the telephone.
“And I have a lot more than Salt Sommers in my mind,” laughed Penny.
“Meaning?”
“Another big story, Dad! A scoop for the Star and this for you.”