“It’s not only crazy but profitable,” Louise reminded her. “Those contributions listed total up to several thousand dollars!”
“According to Father Benedict, the money goes to charity. But what charity? It’s a cinch he isn’t spending much in supporting the members of his cult. This building is as barren as a barn, and I’ve not seen any supplies come into the place while we’ve been around!”
“And where are the cult members?”
“They must stay in their rooms.”
“A fine life!”
“I’m sure there are people in this household who aren’t listed in the ledger,” Penny resumed thoughtfully. “For instance, that girl I saw when I came here with Mr. Ayling. Who is she, and where does she keep herself?”
“Why not ask Father Benedict—that is, if we ever get out of here.”
“I can’t quite bring myself to do it, Lou. If ever I started asking questions, I wouldn’t know where to stop.”
“There’s only one that bothers me,” Louise said, roving toward the door. “How are we going to get out of here? Let’s call for help!”
“Okay,” Penny agreed reluctantly. “I hate to do it though.”