Penny was beside him in a flash.
“Ride with Salt Sommers to the Conway Plant!” he ordered tersely. “Two men have been reported killed in the explosion! Get everything you can and hold on until relieved!”
Seizing hat and purse, Penny made a dash for the stairway. No need for DeWitt to tell her that this was a big story! Because all the other reporters except Elda were gone, she had been given the assignment! But could she make good?
“This is my chance!” she thought jubilantly. “DeWitt probably thinks I’ll fold up, but I’ll prove to him I can get the facts as well as one of his seasoned reporters.”
Penny was well acquainted with Salt Sommers, who next to Jerry Livingston was her best friend. Reaching the ground floor, she saw his battered car starting away from the curb.
“Salt!” she shouted. “Wait!”
The photographer halted and swung open the car door. She slid in beside him.
“What are you doing here, Penny?” he demanded, shifting gears.
“I’m your little assistant,” Penny broke the news gently. “I just started to work on the paper.”
“And DeWitt assigned you to this story?”