“And where do you plan to go when dinner is over, may I ask?” she inquired.
“Only out to the monastery.”
“Again! You came from there not a half hour ago!”
“Oh, Mr. DeWitt assigned me to cover a cult meeting tonight,” Penny assured her hastily.
“And your father approves?”
“Haven’t seen him yet. He ought to be coming home any minute now.”
“Your father telephoned he will be detained,” Mrs. Weems explained. “I doubt he’ll be home before nine o’clock. So the monastery expedition is out of the question!”
“Oh, Mrs. Weems!” Penny was aghast. “I promised Mr. DeWitt! He’s depending on the story.”
“That’s neither here nor there,” the housekeeper replied, though she softened a little. “I simply can’t allow you to go to the monastery alone at night—”
“Oh, I’ll start right away—just as soon as I can grab a bite of dinner,” Penny broke in eagerly. “If Father Benedict refuses me permission to see the ceremony, then I can come back.”