“I may be able to give you a clue as to what became of Grant Atherwald.”
The anger faded from Mrs. Kippenberg’s face. She came close to Penny, grasping her arm with a pressure which hurt.
“You have seen him? Tell me!”
“He came over in the same boat.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Shortly after one o’clock. He was stopped at the front door by a servant who handed him a note. Mr. Atherwald read it and walked down toward the garden.”
“I wonder which one of the servants spoke to him? It was at the front door, you say?”
“Yes.”
“Then it must have been Gregg. I’ll talk with him.”
Forgetting Penny, Mrs. Kippenberg hastened down the stairway. She jangled a bell and asked that the manservant be sent to her. Unnoticed, Penny lingered to hear the interview.