“No, thank you, I’ll just stay here and rest for a few minutes.”
Penny had no real purpose in coming to the Fergus hotel. She merely had been curious to see what it was like. Even a casual inspection made it clear that Mrs. Downey’s modest little lodge never could compete with such a luxurious establishment.
She studied the faces of the persons in the lobby. There seemed to be a strange assortment of people, including a large number of men and women who certainly had never been drawn to Pine Top by the skiing. Penny thought whimsically that it would be interesting to see some of the fat, pampered-looking ones take a tumble on the slippery slopes.
“But what is the attraction of this place, if not the skiing?” she puzzled. “There is no other form of entertainment.”
Presently, a well-fed lady in rustling black silk, her hand heavy with diamond rings, paused beside Penny.
“I beg your pardon,” she said, “can you tell me how to find the Green Room?”
“No, I can’t,” replied Penny. “I would need a map to get around in this hotel. You might ask at the desk.”
The woman fluttered over to the clerk and asked the same question.
“You have your card, Madam?” he inquired in a low tone.
“Oh, yes, to be sure. The manager presented it to me this morning.”