Mr. Parker sat for several minutes lost in thought.
“You know, I’ve ALWAYS been lucky,” Penny coaxed. “I feel a double dose of it coming on tonight!”
“I believe in hunches myself,” Mr. Parker chuckled. “No doubt I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, but I’m going to try your wild scheme. Crazy as it is, it may work!”
“Then let’s go!” laughed Penny.
At the Star office, Mr. Parker hastily summoned a special staff of newspaper men, warning them to hold themselves in readiness to get out a special edition on short notice. From the group he chose Salt Sommers, Jerry Livingston, and two reporters known for their pugilistic prowess.
“Now this is the line up, boys,” he revealed. “We’re going to kidnap Charley Phelps from the Tower. It’s risky business unless things break right for us, so if any of you want to drop out now, this is your chance.”
“We’re with you, chief!” declared Salt Sommers, tossing a pack of photographic supplies over his shoulder.
“Sure, what are we waiting for?” chimed in Jerry.
It was well after eleven o’clock by the time the over-loaded press car drew up not far from the Hubell Tower. Penny parked on a dark side street, and Jerry was sent to look over the situation. Soon he returned with his report.
“Charley Phelps is alone in the Tower,” he assured the editor. “We shouldn’t have any trouble handling him.”