“Sorry, sir, no coffee served without meals,” teased Penny from another stool. “How about a nice vanilla sundae with crushed walnuts?”
Jerry grinned as he saw her and moved over to an adjoining stool.
“Where was the fire?” she inquired curiously.
“At the Fulton Warehouse along the dock. It was deliberately set.”
“By saboteurs?”
“Looks that way. Workmen discovered the blaze in time to prevent the whole plant going up in smoke. Just got through telephoning the story to DeWitt.”
“Isn’t the Star building across the street?”
“Sure, but that’s a long walk. Besides, I’m due at the airport for my flying lesson.”
“Your which?” inquired Penny alertly.
“I’m training to be an angel,” Jerry laughed. “I figure it like this. I can’t get along without my six cups o’ Java a day, so the only place for me is in Uncle Sam’s Air Corps.”