“It was on the third floor,” declared Penny. “I can’t see it myself now.”
Jerry grinned as he settled back into his place between the two girls. “You certainly get a kick out of playing jokes,” he accused.
“But it wasn’t a joke, Jerry. Honestly, I saw a light. Didn’t you, Louise?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t. I’m afraid your imagination works overtime, Pet.”
“I know what I saw,” insisted Penny.
As Jerry and Louise smiled, she lapsed into injured silence. However, she was certain she had not been mistaken. Distinctly she had observed a light on the third floor, a moving light which had been extinguished before her companions had noticed it.
The car presently drew up at the curb in front of the Star building. Anthony Parker, a newspaper tucked beneath his arm, stepped from the vestibule where he had been waiting. He was a tall, slender man, alert and courageous in following his convictions. Under his management the Riverview Star had grown to be one of the most influential papers in the state.
“Hope we haven’t kept you waiting, Mr. Parker,” Jerry greeted him, swinging open the cab door.
“Only a minute or two. Thanks, Jerry, for bringing the girls from the boat. May we offer you a ride home?”
“No, thanks, Chief. I’ll walk from here. Good evening.”