“Well, it’s your car,” Louise replied with a shrug. “I’m powerless in your hands.”
Penny drove around a block, parking on a well-lighted street. She and Louise then approached the tower afoot. Not wishing to be seen, they took care to keep close to a high hedge which edged the grounds.
“I never felt more silly in my life,” Louise complained. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“Windows were made to look through,” Penny responded coolly. “Let’s see what Charley Phelps is doing inside the tower.”
Circling the building, the girls placed a rock beneath one of the rear windows. From that unstable perch, Penny was able to peer into the living quarters of the tower.
“Well, what do you see, Sherlock?” Louise demanded impatiently.
“Nothing.”
“How perfectly amazing!” Louise taunted mischievously. “What do you make of it?”
“Charley Phelps seems to be reading a newspaper.”
“Baffling! It must have some deep, dark significance.”