Having no real excuse for seeking the information, Penny decided to abandon the quest. For want of an occupation, she sauntered on toward the Star office. Pausing in front of the big plate glass window, she idly watched a workman who was oiling one of the great rotary presses.
“Oh, here you are!” exclaimed a voice from behind her.
Whirling around, Penny saw that her father had just come through the revolving doors at the main entrance to the building.
“Hello, Dad,” she greeted him eagerly. “What’s new in the dynamiting case?”
“Nothing so far as I know,” he replied, rather indifferently. “Burt Ottman’s been released on bail.”
“Mr. DeWitt put up the money?”
“Yes, he did,” Mr. Parker said, frowning. “I advised him against it, but DeWitt feels a duty to the boy. Were you looking for me, Penny?”
“Well, not in particular.”
“I’m on my way to a bank meeting,” Mr. Parker said, turning away. “Oh, yes, I arranged a job for that watchman complication of yours, Carl Oaks.”
“You did? Oh, grand! What sort of work is it?”