“Uncle Jacob was noted for doing queer things,” Rosanna informed. “I never met him but Mother often mentioned his name. He was quite a traveler, I believe, and collecting was his hobby.”
“What did he collect?”
“Oh, things from the Orient and antiques from all over the world.”
“Then if you’ve come into his property, you may have inherited some real treasures,” Penny commented. “It would be fun to visit that house at Raven Ridge.”
“Yes, but I dread going there alone. Penny, I wish you could go with me.”
“I wish I could too, but I guess I’ll have to stay at Belton City this summer.”
It was only a little after eleven o’clock when the girls reached Brookport. The town was less than a hundred thousand population and Penny had no trouble in finding the main business section. After cruising about for some minutes, they located the street where Mr. Elfhedge had his office. The number which they sought brought them to an imposing seven-story brick building.
Penny parked the roadster and they went inside, searching the directory for Mr. Elfhedge’s name. It was not listed.
“That’s odd,” Rosanna remarked with a troubled frown. “His office must be here somewhere in the building.”
Penny went over to make inquiry of the elevator boy.