“You really don’t mind?”
“Of course not. But I doubt if you’ll find Caleb at home. He usually goes fishing about this time of day.”
“Well, I may as well see anyhow. I want to ask him about that picture of Jacob Winters. I intend to keep annoying him until he gives me a satisfactory answer.”
As Rosanna returned to the house, Penny walked swiftly in the direction of the cabin.
“I’m only wasting my time,” she thought. “Caleb has no intention of ever producing that photograph.”
Penny rapped on the door, noticing that it was partly ajar. There was no response. She knocked a second time.
Far out on the lake she could see a small rowboat with one lone fisherman. No doubt it was Caleb, she decided.
She started away from the cabin, then abruptly halted as she was struck with a sudden thought. With Caleb out on the lake she would have an excellent opportunity to search his shack for the photograph of Jacob Winters. She felt convinced she would find it there.
“Entering people’s private quarters seems to be a bad habit of mine,” she chuckled. “Still, it’s all in a good cause.”
Penny surveyed the lake again. The rowboat was nearly out of sight.