“That place sure looks like a morgue these days,” he commented. “The Morning Press.”
Penny and Louise likewise twisted sideways to stare at the dark, deserted building. Windows were plastered with disfiguring posters and the white stone blocks, once so beautiful, were streaked with city grime.
“When the Press closed, machinery, furniture and everything else was left exactly as it stood,” remarked Jerry. “Too bad an enterprising newspaper man doesn’t take over the place before it’s a complete loss. The present owner doesn’t even employ a watchman to protect the property.”
“It does seem a shame—” Penny began, only to break off. “Why, that’s funny!”
“What is?” inquired Jerry.
Penny had turned to glance back at the Morning Press plant.
“The building isn’t deserted!” she exclaimed. “There’s a light in one of the upstairs rooms!”
CHAPTER
4
A PROSPECTIVE TENANT
Jerry rolled down the window beside him and, thrusting his head through it, glanced back at the Morning Press building.
“Where do you see a light?” he demanded.