“You did have evidence,” Penny corrected. “While you were away, Mr. Schirr went through your safe.”
Amazed by the boldness of his former employee, Mr. Parker immediately examined the contents of both his desk and strongbox. To his chagrin he found that Penny was right. Every document pertaining to Schirr was missing.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” the publisher said philosophically. “He’ll never set foot in this office again, nor in any other Riverview newspaper!”
“Dad,” said Penny, “I’ve wondered if Schirr may not be hooked up with the tire-theft gang. What do you think?”
“My poor thinker isn’t much good these days. However, I very much doubt it, Penny. Schirr always was a snoop and not above taking money for writing biased stories. My judgment would be that he has no connection with the Mollinberg outfit.”
“If only you could remember what was in your stolen portfolio!” Penny sighed.
“If only I could!” agreed Mr. Parker. “Sometimes I doubt I’ll ever fully recover my memory.”
“Oh, you will, Dad. You’re doing better every day.”
Penny seldom spoke of the automobile accident which had caused her father’s trouble for the subject was a painful one to them both. Although the publisher had been absolved of all blame, police had not succeeded in tracing the hit-skip driver.
Mr. Parker seemed well and strong. Each day he went to the office for longer and longer periods. Gradually his memory was returning, yet he had been unable to recall data which might bring about the capture of the tire-theft gang. Strangely, he could remember nothing of his intention to call at the State Prosecutor’s office. Nor could he disclose a scrap of evidence which had been carried in the stolen portfolio.