Those same questions were pounding through Penny’s mind the next morning when she read the first edition of her father’s paper. Propped up in bed with pillows, she perused the story as she nibbled at the buttered muffins on her breakfast tray.
“Is there anything else you would like?” Mrs. Weems inquired, hovering near.
“No, I’m quite all right,” smiled Penny. “Not even a head cold after my ducking. Have you heard about Jerry?”
“Your father said he was doing fine.”
“Did he leave any message for me before going to the office?”
“He said he thought you should stay in bed all day.”
“Dad would,” Penny pouted. “Well, I feel just fine. I’m getting up right away.” She heaved aside the bed clothes.
Then, because she couldn’t get the Kippenberg case out of her head, she dressed quickly and went downstairs. She was going out the front door when Mrs. Weems stopped her.
“Now where are you going, Penny?”
Penny’s bright eyes twinkled and she flashed the housekeeper an arch, provocative smile.