"Thank you, Mrs. Gallup," said Penny. "I'll soon have everything packed."
By the time she had completed the task, the housekeeper announced luncheon. Throughout the meal Mr. Nichols laughed and carried on in a high mood, declaring that he felt like a youngster let out of school.
"What shall I do about your mail, sir?" inquired Mrs. Gallup when it was time for Penny and her father to leave.
"Forward letters to me at Knob Hill in care of Judd Kilkane," the detective instructed. "But don't give anyone my address unless it is a matter of great importance."
"I'll be careful about that," Mrs. Gallup promised. "And I do hope you have a good rest in the country, Mr. Nichols."
She watched from the doorway until the car disappeared down the street.
Penny settled herself for a long ride. She switched on the radio and from force of habit turned the dial to the police station broadcast.
"Not that station," said Mr. Nichols.
"I forgot, Dad," laughed Penny. "My mistake."
She tuned to a program of band music and they both listened to it as they drove along. An hour's ride brought them into high hills. From then on they went more slowly, enjoying the view.