Mr. Veeley smiled broadly. “You are a very convincing young lady. While I realize it is a foolish thing to do, I am tempted to let you have the key.”
“Oh, Mr. Veeley, that’s wonderful! You’ll never regret it!”
“I’ll allow you the use of the building for a month,” resumed Mr. Veeley. “At the end of that time we’ll discuss the future.”
Penny was thrown into such a frenzy of excitement that she scarcely could remain outwardly serene until she had left the office. Once on the street she ran the entire distance to the Star building, dashing into her father’s suite with all the sound effects of a laboring steam engine.
“Dad!” she cried dramatically. “I have it! The key to the Morning Press plant! Now I’m on my way to draw my savings from the bank.”
“What’s that?” demanded Mr. Parker. “Don’t tell me Mr. Veeley listened to your crazy scheme!”
“He’s heartily in favor of it, Dad. Now I must rush off to the bank.”
“Come back here,” her father commanded as she started for the door. “I can’t allow you to withdraw your savings.”
“How can I launch the Weekly Times without capital?”
“You’re really determined to try it?”