“Why, you’ve had your home here for years,” said Penny in astonishment. “You were at Pine Top long before anyone thought of it as a great skiing resort. You’re an institution here, Mrs. Downey. Surely you aren’t serious about giving up your lodge?”
“Yes, I am, Penny. But I shouldn’t start telling my troubles the moment you arrive. I never would have said a word if you hadn’t asked me about those two men yonder.”
She gazed scornfully toward the strangers whose identity Penny hoped to learn.
“Who are they?” Penny asked quickly.
“The slim fellow with the sharp face is Ralph Fergus,” answered Mrs. Downey, her voice filled with bitterness. “He manages the hotel and is supposed to be the owner. Actually, the other man is the one who provides all the money.”
“And who is he?”
“Why, you should know,” replied Mrs. Downey. “He has a hotel in Riverview. His name is Harvey Maxwell. He only comes here now and then.”
“Harvey Maxwell!” repeated Penny. “Wait until Dad hears about this!”
“Your father has had dealings with him?”
“Has he?” murmured Penny. “Maxwell is the man who is suing Dad for libel!”