“Where is Ben now?”
“Living in a shack on the waterfront. Because you blacklisted him, he has been unable to get a newspaper job anywhere.”
Mr. Cordell’s smile was hard and triumphant. Penny knew then that she had made a grave error in thinking she might appeal to the man’s sympathies. Obviously, he was highly pleased to learn of Ben’s difficulties.
“I am sorry I can’t help you,” the editor said coldly. “Do drop in again sometime.”
He opened the door for her, a pointed hint that she was to go.
As she stepped out into the outer waiting room, a man who evidently expected to see the editor, arose. He had entered the outer office only a few minutes before, and this was the first time that Penny had seen him. Upon recognizing him, she stopped short, for it was Webb.
“You can go in now, Mr. Nelson,” the secretary told Webb.
Bestowing a sneering smile upon her, he entered the private office.
Then the door closed.