The editor placed Jerry’s signed story in a leather portfolio. Next he went to the safe and fumbled with the dial.
“Want me to open it for you?” Penny asked, after he had tried several times.
Without waiting for a reply, she stooped down, twisted the dial a few times, and opened the heavy door.
“Young lady, how did you learn the combination?” Mr. Parker demanded in chagrin.
“Oh, the numbers are written on the under side of your desk,” Penny grinned. “Not a very good place either! You must trust your office help.”
“Fortunately my reporters aren’t quite as observing as a certain daughter,” Mr. Parker retorted grimly.
The editor removed a fat brown envelope from one of the drawers of the safe. Glancing at the papers it contained, he added them to the contents of the portfolio. He then locked the safe.
“How about letting me see that story?” Penny asked.
Mr. Parker smiled but shook his head. “Only two persons know the facts of the case—Jerry and myself.”
“Let’s make it a trio.”