“Come along and see me off on the train,” he invited, pulling her along. “Not doing anything special, are you?”
“Just waiting for Dad.”
“Then come on,” Jerry grinned. “I’ve got a lot to say to you.”
However, once in the taxi, speeding toward the railroad station, the reporter scarcely spoke. He reached out and captured her hand.
“I’m going to miss you, little twirp,” he sighed. “No telling when I’ll get back to the Star. Maybe—”
“Now don’t try to work on my sympathies,” laughed Penny, though a lump came in her throat. “Oh, Jerry—”
“At your command. Just break down and confess how desolate you’ll be without me.”
The railroad station was close by and Penny had only a moment to talk.
“Riverview will be a blank without you,” she admitted. “But it’s that tire-theft story I want to ask you about. Did you ever tell anyone that Dad is planning to expose the gang?”
“Of course not!”