“And now let’s be traveling,” he urged. “We’ve killed enough time here.”
During the remainder of the ride back to Riverview, Penny had little to say. But long after she knew Jerry had forgotten the two boatmen she kept turning their conversation over in her mind. She only wished she might prove that her theories were not ridiculous.
Presently, the automobile drew up in front of the Parker residence.
“Won’t you come in, Jerry?” Penny invited. “Dad may wish to talk with you about the case.”
“I might stop a minute. I have a question or two to ask him.”
The door of the house swung open as Penny and the reporter crossed the front porch. Anthony Parker stood framed in the bright electric light, a tall, imposing figure.
“That you, Penny?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“I’m glad you’re home safe,” he said, not trying to hide his relief. “Mrs. Weems and I have both been worried. It’s going on nine o’clock.”
“So late? Didn’t Louise telephone you?”