In the flurry of preparing for the camp dedication, Penny had no opportunity to give much thought to other affairs. She did not see Seth McGuire, the sheriff had nothing to disclose concerning Clem Davis’ disappearance, and the Black Hoods seemed to have become an extinct organization.
On the morning of the designated date, Penny was abroad early. She and Louise planned to drive to the dedication exercises together, and wished to arrive before the grounds were congested. Eating breakfast hurriedly, Penny scarcely noticed when her father was called to the telephone. He absented himself from the dining room nearly fifteen minutes. As he returned to the table, Penny pushed back her chair, ready to leave.
“Well, I’ll see you at the camp grounds, Dad,” she said lightly.
“I don’t know what to do about the dedication,” responded Mr. Parker in a sober tone. “By rights there should be none.”
Penny stared at him.
“I’ve just heard from my lawyers,” Mr. Parker explained.
“Then, there is a flaw in the title as you suspected!”
“Decidedly. It’s a very mixed-up mess, and as yet we’re not sure what it may mean.”
“Tell me about it, Dad,” Penny pleaded, sliding back into her chair.
“Benjamin Bowman—whoever he may be—doesn’t own the camp property.”