“You! A girl!”
Penny smiled and waited. The stranger hesitated and then took the Weekly Times from his overcoat pocket. With his forefinger he jabbed at a story on the front page—Penny’s account of the tattooed man who had been pushed from the bridge.
“You know who wrote this?” he questioned.
“I did.”
Again Penny’s words surprised the man although he tried not to disclose it.
“That’s a right interesting yarn,” he said after a long pause.
“I’m glad you like it.” Penny stared at the man with interest, wondering why he had come and what he wanted.
“I was kind of curious to know where you got your information.”
“Why, I saw it happen, Mr—I don’t believe you told me your name.”
“Fenestra. Peter Fenestra.”