“Sorry to bother you,” Penny apologized. “I wanted to ask a few more questions about Mr. Winters.”
Caleb looked ill at ease. “Questions!” he fumed. “Well, what is it you want to know this time?”
“Tell me, isn’t there a pipe organ on the third floor of Mr. Winters’ house?”
“Certainly. Jacob was a talented musician. He installed the organ nearly fifteen years ago. But what of it may I ask?”
“We’d like very much to see the organ.”
“Well, why don’t you look at it then?”
“We can’t because the door is locked.”
“Locked?” Caleb seemed surprised. “That’s funny. I didn’t know Mr. Winters ever locked up his conservatory.”
“Then you haven’t a key?” Penny asked.
“Why should I have a key?” Caleb snorted. “You act as if I’m the caretaker of that house. It’s nothing to me what goes on there, except that I don’t like to see folks overrun the place and steal Mr. Winters’ fine things.”