“You didn’t see who it was?” Penny asked hopefully.
“No, I think it was a man. Maybe the Rhett’s gardener or a tramp.”
“Whoever it was, I’m sure he stood there watching us drive away from the grounds,” Penny declared.
Until the car was far down the street, she alertly watched the Rhett grounds. However, the one who had crouched by the fence now was well hidden and on guard. Not a movement of the bushes betrayed his presence.
As the Rhett mansion was lost completely from view, Penny’s thoughts came back to the story which she must write. Nervously she glanced at her wrist watch.
“What’s the bad news?” Salt asked, stepping hard on the gasoline pedal.
“Twenty-five minutes until deadline. Can you make it?”
Salt’s lips compressed into a grim line and he concentrated on his driving, avoiding heavy traffic and red lights as they approached the center of town.
They came at last to the big stone building downtown which housed the Riverview Star. As Salt pulled up at the curb, Penny leaped out and ran inside. Without waiting for an elevator, she darted up the stairs to the busy newsroom.
Editor DeWitt was talking on a telephone, and, all about him, reporters were tapping typewriters at a furious pace.