“Munn would deny it, and then the Star would appear ridiculous.”
“If I owned a paper, I certainly would use the story,” declared Penny. “Why, it has wonderful possibilities.”
“I fear your father never would agree. You talk him into printing the yarn and I’ll be glad to write it.”
“Oh, I suppose we must forget about it,” Penny grumbled. “All the same, I’d like nothing better than to work on the story myself.”
Reaching the pavement, they cleaned mud from their shoes before walking on to the waiting taxi. Louise immediately plied them with questions, displaying particular interest in the octopus tattoo.
“Do you suppose the man knew who pushed him off the bridge?” she inquired thoughtfully.
“I’ll venture he did,” replied Penny. “Probably that was the reason he wouldn’t tell.”
The taxi crossed the bridge and made slow progress away from the river. As the road gradually wound toward higher ground, the fog became lighter and the driver was able to make faster time. A clock chimed the hour of eleven.
“How about stopping somewhere for a bite to eat?” Jerry suddenly proposed.
“Won’t Dad be waiting at the Star office?” Penny asked.