“I can see you are!”
“Your room isn’t on this floor, is it?” Penny inquired.
“No, on the fourth,” Francine answered before she considered her words.
“Looking for someone?” remarked Penny with a grin. “Or should I say something?”
An elevator stopped at the landing. “Going down,” the attendant called, opening the door. He gazed questioningly at the two girls.
Francine shook her head, although she had been waiting for an elevator. Turning again to Penny she said with a hard smile: “I’ve not only been looking for something, I’ve found it!”
“Still, I don’t see you rushing to reach a telephone, Francine. Your discovery can’t have such tremendous news value.”
“It may have before long,” hinted Francine. “I don’t mind telling you I am on the trail of a really big story. And I am making steady progress in assembling my facts.”
Penny regarded the girl reporter speculatively. Her presence on the second floor rather suggested that she, too, had been trying to investigate the Green Room, and more than likely had learned its location. But she was reasonably certain Francine had gathered no information of great value.
“Glad to hear you’re doing so well,” she remarked and started on down the hall.