Entering the building, she met several men who appeared to be officials of the company.
“I’m looking for Mr. Conway!” she accosted them. “Is he here?”
“Who are you?” one of the men asked bluntly.
“I’m Penny Parker from the Star.”
“My name is Conway. What do you want to know?”
“How many killed and injured?”
“Two killed. Three or four injured. Perhaps more. We don’t know yet.”
Penny asked for names which were given her. But when she inquired how the explosion had occurred, Mr. Conway suddenly became uncommunicative.
“I have no statement to make,” he said curtly. “We don’t know what caused the trouble.”
As if fearing that Penny would ask questions he did not wish to answer, the factory owner eluded her and disappeared into the darkness.