“Maybe so,” Penny admitted, seating herself on a corner of the desk.
“You seldom honor me with a call except to collect your Thursday allowance.”
“Oh, I’m not concerned with money these days,” Penny said, trying to balance a paper weight on her father’s head. “It’s this dynamiting case that has me all tied in a knot.”
“Stop it, Penny!” Irritably, Mr. Parker squirmed in his chair. “This is an office, not a child’s play room!”
“Try to give me your undivided attention, Dad. I want you to do me a favor.”
“How about granting me one first? Please stop playing with the gadgets on my desk!”
“Why, of course,” grinned Penny, backing away. “Now about this job for Carl Oaks—”
“Job?”
“Yes, he was relieved of duty at the Thompson bridge, you know. It was partly my fault. So I want you to square matters by finding other work for him.”
“Penny, I am not an employment agency! Anyway, what do I know about the man?”