“My mind is always open to new possibilities and impressions.”
“I’ll say it is,” agreed Louise. “I suppose you think Mrs. Kippenberg is keeping young Atherwald a prisoner in yonder tower?”
“Well, no, but you must admit it would make a lovely one. So romantic.”
“Are you trying to kid me?” Louise demanded.
Penny smiled broadly as she stared up at the tower which rose perhaps twelve feet. Like every other building on the estate it had been built to resist the ages. High above her head a circular window had been cut in the wall and there was a heavy oaken door.
Reaching for the knob, Penny turned it. Then she pressed her shoulder against the door and pushed with her entire strength.
“Locked!” she announced.
“Then we won’t learn what is inside after all.”
“Yes, we will,” declared Penny. “You lift me up and I’ll peep in the window.”
“You only weigh a ton,” complained Louise.