“About ten years practice. Shoot out your copy now and I’ll set some of it for you.”
“Bill, you’re a darling! But dare you do it? What about the union?”
“This is just between you and me,” he grinned. “You need a helping hand and I’m here to give it.”
Until midnight Bill remained at his post, setting more type in three hours than Penny had done in three days.
“Your front page should look pretty good at any rate,” he said as they left the building together. “Using rather old stories though, aren’t you?”
“Old?”
“That one about the man who was pushed off the bridge.”
“The story is still news,” Penny said defensively. “No other paper has used it. Didn’t you like it?”
“Sure, it was good,” he responded.
Now that several days had elapsed since her experience at the river, even Penny’s interest in John Munn and his strange tattoo, had faded. However, she was determined that the story should appear in the paper if for no other reason than to plague the editor of Chatter.