“It looks that way to us because it’s my cause,” Rosanna smiled. “Still, I’d never examine private papers or locked drawers.”
Penny made no response for in a lower table drawer she had come upon an old album. She displayed her discovery and page by page the girls went through it, laughing a little at the strange old-fashioned costumes and the stiff poses of the subjects. Names were written under a few of the photographs but Rosanna recognized only one or two as relatives.
“I never knew many of my relation,” she admitted. “If Mrs. Leeds and her daughter are samples, perhaps it’s just as well.”
“The people in this album look nice, Rosanna. I suppose most of them are dead by this time.”
Penny turned a page and stared blankly down at an empty folder.
“Why, here is your uncle’s name,” she cried, indicating a signature at the bottom of the page. “But the photo is gone!”
“Oh, how disappointing.”
“Someone removed the photo, Rosanna. Perhaps deliberately too.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I only said it. I have no evidence of course. Oh, all my plans will be upset if I don’t find the photograph!”