“Why not leave this place today?” Rosanna demanded, “I don’t care about the fortune any more. I’m so tired of all this plotting and scheming. I’d rather just go away and let them have it.”
“Now don’t look so distressed,” Penny smiled. “The battle of wits has only begun.”
“But I don’t like to battle. It isn’t my nature.”
“I’m your appointed gladiator, Rosanna. You have no idea how much pleasure it would give me to see these grasping imposters exposed.”
“We haven’t any proof they’re imposters,” Rosanna said soberly. “After all, they had letters and keys to the house. I haven’t even that much.”
“It’s too bad they were lost, but you mustn’t let it worry you,” Penny chided. “Right now I’m more concerned over another matter.”
“The mysterious ghost?”
“Yes, although I wasn’t thinking of that at the moment. It’s Mr. Winters’ photograph. Who tore it out of the album?”
“For all we know it may have been removed years ago.”
“Yes, that’s so, but somehow I have a hunch it disappeared at a far more recent date. If I don’t find a picture of Jacob Winters, I’m afraid my little plan will fall through.”