“Bless you, for letting me know and for helping Ed,” the woman murmured gratefully as she climbed into the cab. “Will you tell me your name?”
“Oh, I’m just a reporter at the Star,” Penny returned carelessly. “I do hope your husband suffers no ill effects.”
The taxi rattled away. With a tired sigh, Penny hastened on home. Lights burned downstairs, and both her father and Mrs. Weems had waited up for her.
“Now don’t ask me where I’ve been,” the girl pleaded, as she tossed her hat into a chair and collapsed on the sofa. “What a night! I’ve had enough adventures to fill a book.”
Despite her admonition, both Mrs. Weems and her father plied her with questions. Penny told them about the deep sea diver and then worked back to the story of what had happened in the photography room.
“Are you certain anyone came through the skylight?” her father asked dubiously. “It doesn’t sound convincing to me.”
“Footprints don’t lie, Dad. They were on top of the cabinet.”
“The janitor may have stood on it to fix a light bulb or something.”
Penny became slightly nettled. “I’m sure someone was sneaking around in that room tonight!” she declared flatly. “And it wasn’t the janitor either!”
“I’ll order the skylight kept locked except during office hours,” Mr. Parker declared, yawning. “Any further adventures?”