The Wishing Well

Part 11

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"It will be a real paper," Mr. Parker agreed heartily. "By the way, how were Mr. Coaten and Carl Addison trapped? Our reporter got the story from the police, but he was a bit vague on that point."

"I'm far too modest to tell you," Penny laughed. "If you're willing to pay me at regular space rates, I might be induced to write the story."

"Trust Penny to drive a hard bargain," grinned Jerry. "We might have guessed who was responsible, for she never fails to be on hand for the final round-up."

Penny smiled as she gazed down the dark, turbulent river. Close by she heard the deep-throated whistle of a tug boat. Along the bank, tall buildings began to appear, and far ahead, she could see the twinkling lights on the Adams Street pier.

"We've worked on some dandy stories together," she murmured, "but this one tops them all for a thrilling finish. Mrs. Marborough regained her pearls, Rhoda won a home, the two men from Texas are behind bars, and the wishing well is equipped with a brand new microphone! You know, I'd like to make one more wish down its moist old throat!"

"What would you ask for this time?" Jerry asked banteringly. "A safe arrival in port?"

Penny shook her head. "We're almost at the pier now. I'd wish that Dad's hunk of granite would turn into a lump of pure gold. Then I'd truly feel as if I were the captain of a treasure ship sailing home with precious cargo."

"Oh, I wouldn't ask for a better cargo than we have right here," Mr. Parker responded heartily. "At this moment I would rather have our old rock than all the gold in the world!"

Transcriber's Notes

--Replaced the list of books in the series by the complete list, as in the final book, "The Cry at Midnight".

--Silently corrected a handful of palpable typos.