“Well, I shouldn’t spend lavishly until I was certain there would be no slip-up about getting the property,” Penny advised bluntly. “Perhaps I shouldn’t say it, but there’s a certain tone to this letter that I don’t like.”
“What do you mean?” Rosanna questioned.
Penny found it difficult to explain.
“Brookport is only a few miles from here and yet I’ve never heard of a lawyer by the name of Elfhedge. It seems a trifle strange too that he should enclose a key to the property.”
“It struck me that way too at first,” Rosanna admitted unwillingly. “Of course, I do have an uncle named Jacob Winters—my mother often spoke of him. He was always considered queer.”
“It may be all right. No doubt you have inherited a fortune. Only I think I’d be a trifle cautious until I was certain it wasn’t a hoax.”
“But what can I do except to obey the letter and visit the property?”
Penny glanced again at the letterhead. “Why not visit this lawyer and have a talk with him? Brookport isn’t far from here and it might save you a trip to Raven Ridge.”
“Can I reach Brookport by train or bus?”
“I’m afraid not,” Penny said. “It’s off the main line of travel. You haven’t a car of your own or one you could borrow?”