“Yes, I do. You want to take this new friend of yours along with us.”
“I think it would be nice, don’t you?” Penny beamed. “Then while you’re having a good rest at Mt. Ashland we could drive on to Raven Ridge. Rosanna could investigate her property there, if she has any, and it wouldn’t cost her much of anything to make the trip.”
“You seem to have it well planned,” the detective marveled.
“Well, what’s wrong with the idea?”
“Nothing. We’ll take her along if she wants to go. She may help keep you out of mischief.”
“When do we start?” Penny demanded gaily.
“Tomorrow afternoon as soon as I can get away from the office.”
“Then I’ll dash over to see Rosanna now and ask if she can go with us,” Penny announced.
Without giving her father an opportunity to change his mind, she hurried to the garage for her roadster. At the rooming house on Sixty-fifth Street, the landlady, a stout woman with a tired, lined face, admitted her.
“Miss Winters has the attic room,” she informed. “Five flights up.”