“I should think not,” smiled Penny. She sat down in a chair beside the bed.
“Of all times to get laid up!” the editor went on. “Heard from your father?”
Penny shook her head. A long silence followed, and then she said brightly:
“But he’ll be found—probably today.”
Mr. DeWitt lay with his eyes closed. “I’ve been thinking—” he mumbled drowsily.
“Yes?” Penny waited.
“Mind’s still fogged with that blamed ether,” DeWitt muttered. “About your father—” His voice trailed off.
“Do you think he could have been waylaid by enemies?” Penny asked after a moment. “Mr. Schirr believes his disappearance has a connection with the tire-theft gang.”
Mr. DeWitt’s eyes opened again. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Your father was planning to break a big story—didn’t tell me much about it.”
“You don’t know what evidence he carried in the portfolio when he went to see the State Prosecutor?”