“Unfortunately, no,” sighed Penny. “The first issue of the Times will be printed at the Star plant. Dad doesn’t know it yet. After that—well, I’ll think of something.”
“How do you propose to get this place cleaned?”
“Every person who works on our paper must wield a broom, Lou. After we’ve chosen our offices, we’ll scamper forth and gather our staff together.”
Returning to the second floor, the girls inspected the offices adjoining the newsroom. Penny selected for hers the one which previously had been occupied by Matthew Judson. His name remained on the frosted-glass door, and the walls bore etchings and paintings of considerable value.
In the top drawer of the flat-top desk there remained an assortment of pens, erasers, thumbtacks, and small articles. All letters and papers had been removed.
“Mr. Judson apparently left here in a great hurry,” she remarked. “For some reason he never returned for the paintings and personal trifles.”
Louise chose an office adjoining Penny’s new quarters. They both were admiring the view from the window when her chum suddenly drew herself into an attitude of attention.
“What’s wrong?” inquired Louise, mystified.
“I thought I heard someone moving about,” whispered Penny. “Quiet!”
They remained motionless; listening. A board creaked.