As she started away from the office, Jerry followed her.
“Going across the way for a bite to eat?” he asked. “Mind if I tag along?”
“I wish you would,” she replied eagerly. “We can talk about the Rhett case.”
“Oh, let’s bury that until tomorrow. I’d rather talk about a dozen other subjects—you, for instance.”
“Me?”
“About that little curl behind your ear. Or the smudge of carbon on the end of your nose!”
“Oh! Why didn’t you tell me before?” Indignantly, Penny peered at her reflection in a hand mirror and rubbed vigorously with her handkerchief.
Outside the Star building, newsboys were shouting their wares. As Penny and Jerry started to cross the street, one of the lads who had received a job through the girl’s influence, spied the pair.
Approaching, he flashed a paper in front of their eyes.
“See this bird who robbed the bank!” he exclaimed, pointing to the picture of Hamilton Rhett.