“Francine thinks I came here for the same purpose,” mused Penny. “If only she weren’t so high-hat we could work together.”
There was almost no real evidence to point to a conclusion that the Fergus hotel was not being operated properly. Penny realized only too well that once more she was depending upon a certain intuition. An investigation of the Green Room might reveal no mystery. But at least there was a slender hope she could learn something which would aid her father in discrediting Harvey Maxwell.
Without attracting attention, Penny descended to the main floor and left the hotel. As she retrieved her skis from the snowbank she was surprised to see Francine standing close by, obviously waiting for her.
“Hello, Penny,” the girl greeted her.
“Goodness! Aren’t you mistaken? I don’t think you know me!”
“Oh, don’t try to be funny,” Francine replied, falling into step. “I’ll explain.”
“I wish you would.”
“You should have known better than to shout out my name there in the lobby.”
“I don’t follow your reasoning at all, Francine. Are you traveling incognito or something?”
“Naturally I don’t care to have it advertised that I am a reporter. I rather imagine you’re not overly anxious to have it known that you are the daughter of Anthony Parker either!”