Jerry wrote his story which was sent paragraph by paragraph to the composing room. Barely had he typed “30,” signifying the end, when the lights of the room dimmed for an instant.
“There go the presses!” Mr. Parker declared, ceasing his restless pacing.
Within a few minutes, the first paper, still fresh with ink, was laid upon the editor’s desk. Penny peered over his shoulder to read the headlines announcing the arrest of Blake and his followers.
“There’s not much here about Ben Bowman,” she commented after a moment. “What do you think will happen to him, Dad?”
“That remains to be seen,” answered the editor. “He’s already wanted for forgery, so it should be fairly easy to prove that he worked with Blake to defraud the Camp Board.”
“I’m worried about the orphans’ camp. So much money has been spent clearing the land and setting up equipment.”
“Probably everything can be settled satisfactorily in the end,” Mr. Parker returned. “It may take time and litigation, but there’s no reason why a perfect title can’t be obtained to the land.”
Penny felt very well pleased at the way everything had turned out. Only one small matter remained unexplained. She had been unable to learn the significance of the watch fob found in Clem Davis’ stable.
“Why, I can tell you about that,” Jerry Livingston assured her. “The fob belonged to Hank Holloway. He admitted it at the police station. The little boy in the picture is his nephew.”
Both Penny and her father were tired for it was very late. With the Star ready for early morning street sales, they thought longingly of home and bed. Yet as their car sped down a dimly lighted street, Penny revived sufficiently to say: