Seeing Penny, he looked up and smiled, which was the signal for her to explain the purpose of her call.
Going straight to the point, she asked to be assigned a feature story on the cult ceremony that night in the monastery.
“Think you can get it?” he demanded gruffly.
“Why not?”
“Two of our reporters already have failed. The high monkey-monk out there won’t allow any of our men in the building.”
“Then you’d like a story?”
“Sure. We’re interested in what’s going on out there.” Mr. DeWitt slashed a page of corrected copy in half with his long scissors. He dropped one section onto the floor and the other into the copy basket. “Learn anything worth while out there today?”
“Nothing worthy of print. If you’ll assign me to the story I’ll go back tonight. I think I can get inside again.”
“Okay, give me a ring if you run into anything interesting. Your father know you’re going?”
“Well, I haven’t told him yet.”