“Be sure you do,” said Mr. DeWitt, looking her straight in the eyes. “I don’t want to find myself sitting behind the eight ball!”
“Oh, I’ll let Dad know,” Penny assured him hastily. “I’ll do it now.”
However, her father was in conference, so after waiting around the office a little while, she decided to talk the matter over with him when he came home for dinner.
In the elevator, leaving the office, Penny ran into Jerry Livingston. Hearing of the assignment, he looked a little worried.
“Think you ought to go out to the monastery alone at night?” he inquired.
“I don’t see why not, Jerry.”
“I’ve not met Father Benedict myself,” Jerry said, “but one of our reporters who was out there yesterday, didn’t like his appearance. I’ll bet a cent your father refuses to let you go.”
“I hope not,” Penny said anxiously. “I’ll put up a big argument.”
“What time you leaving?” Jerry asked as the elevator let them out on the main floor.
“Early. Maybe around seven o’clock.”