“All right,” said Penny. “I was about to tell you another idea of mine. Now I won’t do it.”
No amount of coaxing could induce her to reveal her thought, and the remainder of the drive to Andover was made in silence. It was well after five-thirty when the car finally drew up in front of the City Club.
Penny was not surprised to find the doors locked and no sign of Louise or Miss Frome.
“I thought they would go home without me,” she said to Jerry. “I only wanted to make certain.”
For many miles the road led through pleasant countryside and then swung back toward the Kobalt river. The sun had dropped below the horizon by the time the automobile sped through the town of Claxton.
“Thirty miles still to go,” Jerry sighed. “I’m getting hungry.”
“Two souls with but a single thought,” remarked Penny.
Directly ahead they noticed an electric sign which drew attention to a roadside gasoline station with an adjoining restaurant. Jerry eased on the brake.
“How about it, Penny? Shall we invest a few nickels?”
“I could do with a sandwich,” Penny agreed. “Several, in fact.”