“Yes, according to eye-witnesses she offered to take him to a hospital for treatment.”
“What became of that woman?” demanded Penny. “Can’t the police find her?”
“Not so far.”
Before Penny could say more, Harley Schirr came to the desk, spreading a dummy sheet for the editor to inspect.
“Here’s the front-page layout,” he explained. “For the banner we’ll give ’em, ‘Anthony Parker Mysteriously Disappears,’ and beneath it, a double column story. I dug a good picture out of the morgue—the one with Parker dedicating the Riverview Orphans’ Home.”
DeWitt frowned as he studied the layout. “Parker wouldn’t like this, Schirr. It’s too sensational. Bust that banner and cut the story down to the bare facts.”
“But this is a big story—”
“I’m expecting Mr. Parker to walk in here any minute,” retorted DeWitt. “A ‘disappearance’ spread would make the Star look silly.”
“Mr. Parker’s not going to show up!” Schirr refuted, his eyes blazing. “I say we should play the story for all it’s worth.”
“I’m sure Dad would hate sensationalism,” Penny said, siding with Mr. DeWitt.