“Well, of all things!” she exclaimed. [“It’s a ladder, Lou! A ladder made of silk!”]
CHAPTER
2
A ROPE OF SILK
Even as Penny spoke, she felt a hard, warning tug on her skirt. Quickly she turned around.
In the doorway stood the old Japanese. His smile was not pleasant to behold.
“We-we were just looking at this rope,” Penny stammered, trying to carry off the situation with dignity. “I hope you don’t mind.”
The Japanese shopkeeper gazed steadily at the girl, his face an emotionless mask. Since he spoke no word, it became increasingly evident that he regarded her with anger and suspicion.
“May I ask what use is made of this silk rope?” Penny inquired. “Do you sell it for a special purpose?”
The Japanese coldly ignored the direct questions.
“So very sorry to have kept you waiting,” he said softly. “Your change please.”
Penny knew that she deserved the rebuke. Accepting the package and coins, she and Louise hastily left the shop. Not until they were some distance away did the latter speak.