“Not the slopes connected with this lodge?”
Mrs. Downey nodded as she whipped eggs to a foamy yellow.
“I leased the land from Jasko’s son many years ago, and Jasko can do nothing about it except rage. However, the lease expires soon. He has given me to understand it will not be renewed.”
“Can’t you deal with the son?”
“He is dead, Penny.”
“Oh, I see. That does make it difficult.”
“Decidedly. Jasko’s attitude about the lease is another reason why I think this will be my last year in the hotel business.”
“You don’t think Ralph Fergus or Harvey Maxwell have influenced Jasko?” Penny asked thoughtfully, a frown ridging her forehead.
“I doubt that anyone could influence the old man,” replied Mrs. Downey. “Stubborn isn’t the word to describe his character. Even if I lose the ski slopes, I am quite sure he will never lease them to the Fergus hotel interests.”
“While I was down there I thought I saw a girl standing at the window of the cabin.”