“So did everyone else. The Press had a large circulation. But one bright Monday morning Judson posted a notice, closed the plant, and threw over a thousand employes out of work.”
“That was nearly a year ago, wasn’t it, Jerry?”
“Thirteen months to be exact. Why this sudden interest in Judson?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Penny replied vaguely. “His case seems rather pathetic. Then, too, he reminds me of someone I’ve seen recently. I wish I could recall—”
Jerry glanced at the wall clock, swallowing his coffee with a gulp.
“Time to move along,” he announced. “We mustn’t keep your father waiting, Penny.”
They left the café and Jerry hailed a passing taxicab.
“It’s only four blocks to the Star building,” protested Penny. “Aren’t you being too lavish with your money, Jerry?”
“Oh, I’ll add this item to my expense account,” he laughed. “Jump in.”
The taxi turned left at Adams street, rolling slowly through the downtown business section. Jerry peered from the car window at a large, four-story stone building which occupied a corner.