With a large sum of money in her possession, Penny decided to take no chance of losing it. After making a careful count, she poured the coins into a bag which she transported by car to the bank.
It was lunch-time when she returned to the plant. She went to the counter for the package of sandwiches. To her surprise it had disappeared.
“Now who took my food?” she muttered.
Penny was annoyed. She did not believe that one of the newsboys had picked up the package. Accumulative evidence pointed to a likelihood that someone was hiding in the building. The moving light, tobacco smoke, unexplained footsteps, suggested that a tramp might be using the empty plant as a comfortable shelter.
“But how can he get in?” she asked herself. “Doors and windows are kept locked.”
As Penny considered whether or not to report the matter to police, the front door opened. A man of early middle age, well dressed, but with a sharp, weather-beaten face and a mis-shapen nose, entered.
“This the office of the Weekly Times?” he demanded grumpily.
“Yes,” said Penny. “Is there anything—”
“I want to see the editor.”
“You’re looking at her now.”