“Perhaps tomorrow. Depends on the state prosecutor.”
“John Gilmore? What does he have to do with it?”
“This story is loaded with dynamite, Penny. If we spread it over our front page before police have a chance to act, the guilty parties are apt to make a getaway.”
“That’s so,” nodded Penny.
“There’s another reason I want to consult the Prosecutor before I use the story,” Mr. Parker resumed. “Some of the men involved—”
A tap sounded on the door. Without completing what he had started to say, the editor called, “Come in.”
Jerry Livingston entered the office. He was a good-looking young man, alert and clean-cut. Smiling at Penny, he slapped a folded paper on Mr. Parker’s desk.
“Here’s my story on the tire thefts, Chief,” he said. “As far as I’m concerned, this winds up the case.”
“You’ve done fine work, Jerry,” Mr. Parker praised. “Thanks to your work, we ought to clean out the gang.”
“I hope so, Chief. Guess you have all the proofs needed to back up the story.”