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Ghost Beyond the Gate

Chapter 8 7

Word Count: 1154    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

S WITHOU

te to you," Mr. DeWitt said quietl

asket?" Penny asked. "Do you sup

ther never paid any atten

not to show how much it disturbed her. "I

replied. "There was no

, frowning. "Probably thought I'd worry about it. This

ather was waylaid by enemies, Penny. Not at all. According to reports, Mr. Parker was

n who drove

sses she offered to take him

an?" demanded Penny. "Ca

so

chirr came to the desk, spreading a d

Parker Mysteriously Disappears,' and beneath it, a double column story. I dug a good

ldn't like this, Schirr. It's too sensational. Bust

s is a b

ny minute," retorted DeWitt. "A 'disappeara

rr refuted, his eyes blazing. "I say we s

sensationalism," Penny sa

her. Although he made no reply, she read

red curtly. "And try to find a mo

ling it in his hand. As he started for the morgue

t into that fellow la

oked tired and pale. For fifteen years he had been closely asso

ll, Mr. DeWitt?

"Lately I've been having a little pain in my side-

ff, Mr. DeWitt? You've

me to go home?" the editor bark

tar office. Debating a moment, she walked to the nearby police station. There s

His description has been broadcast over the radio. We'

ility that her father had

ef Jalman. "It's my opinion your father will show

ich led toward the scene of the accident. Reaching the familiar street, she noted that her

ed more people," she thought. "It never occurr

se to the bent lamp post, Penny went inside. A frie

ed that her father had been injured in the car

ectives," replied the owner of the candy sh

itness the

happened so fast I wasn't

the license number of

an inquired. "Now I to

he may have been mistaken. Did you notic

as about my age

dres

ld say. But she drove

sider her a wo

from the

woman who had aided her father. She was somewhat reassured when the candy s

y the accident?" she

into the car sort of holding his head. The

was t

case. At any rate, he returned to his own aut

nce more. The weather had turned colder, but she s

r father soon would return home. Mrs. Weems was confident he would be found safe-so was Mr. DeWitt. After all, onl

She could not forget the mysterious telephone call, the threatening lette

e railroad station loomed as a dark blur, reminding her of Jerry. If only he hadn't gone

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