“A rusty automobile license plate!” Penny exclaimed, staring at it.
“Found it in the swamp not far from that abandoned car I told you about.”
“Then it must have been thrown away by the driver of the hit-skip car!”
“That’s how I figure,” Clem Davis drawled. “If you can learn the owner of this license plate, you’ll know who killed that orphan’s folks!”
CHAPTER
25
SPECIAL EDITION
Lights blazed on every floor of the Riverview Star building, proclaiming to all who passed that another special edition was in the process of birth. Pressmen industriously oiled the big rotaries ready for a big run of papers; linotype men, compositors, reporters, all were at their posts, having been hastily summoned from comfortable beds.
In the editor’s office, Penny sat at a typewriter hammering out copy. Jerking a long sheet of paper from beneath the roller, she offered it to her father.
“My contribution on the Hubell Clock angle,” she said with a flourish.
Mr. Parker rapidly scanned the story, making a number of corrections with a blue pencil.
“I should slug this ‘editorial material,’” he remarked with a grin. “Quite a plug you’ve put in for Seth McGuire—suggesting that he be given back his old job as caretaker of the Tower.”