“Well, don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
“The old man will get his job back—I’ll see to that,” Mr. Parker promised. “But the front page of the Star is not the place to express wishful thinking. We’ll reserve it for news if you don’t mind.”
Crossing out several lines, Mr. Parker placed the copy in a pneumatic tube, and shot it directly to the composing room. He glanced at his watch, noting aloud that in exactly seven minutes the giant presses would start rolling.
“Everything certainly has turned out grand,” Penny sighed happily. “Hank Holloway and Clyde Blake are sure to be given long prison sentences for their Black Hood activities. You’ve promised to see that Old Seth gets his job back, so that part will end beautifully. He’ll adopt Adelle and I won’t need to worry about her any more.”
“What makes you think Seth will adopt the orphan?” Mr. Parker asked curiously.
“Why, he’s wanted to do it from the first. He hesitated because he had no steady work, and not enough money. By the way, Dad, how long will it take to learn the owner of that automobile license plate that Clem Davis gave us?”
“Jerry is trying to get the information now, Penny. All the registry offices are closed, but if he can pull some official out of bed, there’s a chance he may obtain the data tonight. I’m not counting on it, however.”
The door of the office swung back and City Editor DeWitt hurried into the room.
“Everything set?” Mr. Parker inquired.
“We need a picture of Clyde Blake. There’s nothing in the morgue.”