“Not for a few days at least,” he reassured her. “I’m expecting a furlough and I’ll spend it right here at Sunset Beach. We’ll cram those days full of fun, Penny. We’ll swim and golf and dance. We’ll make every minute count.”
The boat grated gently against the dock and a sailor leaped out to make the craft fast. Mr. Parker and Jerry helped Penny ashore. Though she tried to stand steady upon her feet, the boards rocked beneath her.
“Hook on,” invited Jerry, offering an arm.
Mr. Parker supported her on the other side, and thus they walked slowly toward the hotel.
“The Three Musketeers!” chuckled the editor. “‘One for all, and all for one.’”
“We do make a trio,” agreed Penny. “Tonight it seems just as it did when we were together in Riverview working on a big news story. There’s one difference though.”
“What’s that?” asked Jerry.
“Tonight we were actors in a little drama that should be page one on any newspaper. Yet neither of you news hawks so much as spoke of trying to get a scoop for the Riverview Star.”
“Good reason,” rumbled Mr. Parker. “The story of what happened tonight may never be published.”
“I understand, Dad. If the news were printed now it might give valuable information to the enemy.”