Despite the speed of her car, she soon noted that another automobile was overtaking her. The girl pressed her foot a little more firmly on the gasoline pedal, but still the other car gained.
She was driving forty-five miles an hour when the big black car passed her traveling at least sixty. On the narrow road, Penny was crowded dangerously close to the ditch.
“The nerve of some people!” she muttered in disgust. “No wonder there are so many highway accidents!”
Penny caught only a fleeting glimpse of the black car’s driver, a man hunched low over the steering wheel.
“Why, that looked like Winkey!” she thought. “And another man was with him in the front seat! I wonder if it was Father Benedict?”
Penny speeded up but found it impossible to keep the car in view. When she skidded at a curve, she wisely slowed down and abandoned the chase.
Approaching the monastery ten minutes later, the girl decided to park a short distance from the entrance gate. She left the car at the roadside beyond view of the gatehouse, and tramped on through the slush and snow.
Coming within sight of the ancient building, she paused.
The big gate stood ajar, and on the driveway stood the black automobile which had passed her car down the road.
“So it was Winkey!” she thought.