“You can’t expect me to believe that!”
“Was it because you thought I was making more money than you, that you changed the name on the Borman obituary?”
Elda stopped short. She tried to register indignation, but instead, only looked frightened. Penny was certain of her guilt.
“I haven’t told Mr. DeWitt, and I don’t intend to,” she said quietly. “But I’m warning you! If anything like that happens again, you’ll answer for it!”
“Well, of all the nerve!” Elda exploded, but her voice lacked fire. “Of all the nerve!”
Penny deliberately walked away from her.
The day dragged on. At five-thirty Penny covered her typewriter and telephoned Mrs. Weems.
“I’ll be late coming home tonight,” she said apologetically. “I thought I might get dinner downtown and perhaps go to a show.”
“Another hard day?” the housekeeper asked sympathetically.
“Much easier than yesterday,” Penny said, making her voice sound cheerful. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be home no later than nine.”