“Did he look like a man who would walk off with $250,000 in bonds?”
“Not that I noticed,” commented the publisher dryly. “But then, nobody can judge character by external appearances.”
Hat in hand, Mr. Parker moved toward the kitchen exit.
“Are you going back to the Star office?” his daughter asked with alert interest.
“No.” Mr. Parker edged nearer the door, but Penny blocked the way.
“Then where are you going, Dad? You’re holding out!”
“Must I give you a schedule of my life?”
“You’re slipping off somewhere, and you don’t want me to go!”
“If you must know, I thought I would drop in at the Gay Nineties, a new night club that is opening tonight. The proprietor is one of our best advertisers and he extended a special invitation to attend.”
“Fine!” chuckled Penny. “I’ll be with you in five minutes. Just give me time to wash my face and pull the snarls out of my hair.”