Running back to the burning building, Penny caught a glimpse of Salt taking a picture. From another workman she sought to glean additional details of the disaster.
“I was in the foundry when the first blast went off!” he revealed. “Just a minute before the explosion, I seen a man in a light overcoat and a dark hat, run from the building.”
“Who was he?”
“No one I ever saw workin’ at this plant. But I’ll warrant, he touched off that explosion!”
“Then you think he was a saboteur?”
“Sure.”
Penny did not place too much stock in the story, but as she wandered about among the excited employes, she heard others saying that they too had seen the strange man running from the building. No one knew his name nor could they provide an accurate description.
Sirens screamed, proclaiming the arrival of fire engines. As the ladders went up, and streams of water began to play on the blazing structure, Salt snapped several more pictures. His hat was gone, and his face had become streaked with soot.
“I got some good shots!” he told Penny enthusiastically as he sought her at the fringe of the crowd. “What luck you having?”
Penny told him everything she had learned.