Francine fell into step with her. “If you’re looking for a particular room, Penny, maybe I can help you.”
Penny knew that the reporter meant to stay with her so that she could do no investigation work of her own.
“The room I am searching for has a green door,” she replied.
Francine laughed. “I’m glad you’re so honest, Penny. I guessed why you were on this floor all the time. However, I greatly fear you’re in the wrong part of the hotel.”
Penny paused and turned to face her companion squarely. “Why not put an end to all this nonsense, Francine? We watch each other and get nowhere. Let’s put our cards on the table.”
“Yours might be a joker!”
“We’re both interested in getting a story which will discredit Harvey Maxwell,” Penny went on, ignoring the jibe. “You’ve had a tip as to what may be going on here, while I’m working in the dark. On the other hand, I’ve acquired something which should interest you. Why don’t we pool our interests and work together?”
“That would be very nice—for you.”
“I think I might contribute something to the case.”
“I doubt it,” replied Francine loftily. “You don’t even know the location of the Green Room.”