“I don’t care if I have! Caleb knows a great deal more than he pretends. He could help us if he wanted to!”
No one was stirring on the lower floor of the Winters’ house when the girls entered. To Penny it seemed an admirable time to institute a search of the premises.
“We’ll let Mrs. Leeds hunt for the will,” Penny declared, “but we’ll look for something which may prove equally valuable.”
“What?” Rosanna asked curiously.
“A picture of Jacob Winters.”
“I can’t see what good it will do to find one except that I’d like to have a photo of my uncle as a keepsake.”
“If my plans work out I’ll have a more important use for it,” Penny smiled mysteriously.
“I should think we could find one somewhere in the house,” Rosanna declared. “Most people have old photographs stuck around in odd places.”
For nearly an hour the girls poked about in drawers and clothes closets until Rosanna protested that she felt as prying and sneaking as Mrs. Leeds.
“This is in a better cause,” Penny laughed.