Penny climbed the creaking stairs and was followed by Mrs. Weems.
“This is his room,” said the housekeeper, opening a door. “I haven’t made the bed yet.”
She busied herself smoothing covers while Penny wandered about. The room had no rug. It was furnished with an old fashioned dresser, a wash stand and a bed with a high headboard.
Penny opened the closet door. The hangers were dangling together, without clothing. Everything had been packed into two suitcases which stood against the wall.
“I’ve already inspected the luggage,” said Mrs. Weems as the girl bent to open one of the bags. “You’ll find nothing except clothing. I tell you, Peter Fenestra is a very cautious man.”
“I can believe it,” agreed Penny. “This room is as bare of evidence as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.”
“Just what do you hope to find?”
“Well, I don’t know. What’s this?” Penny picked up a sheet of notebook paper from the dresser.
“Don’t get excited over that,” laughed Mrs. Weems.
“It’s only a grocery list which Fenestra made up. He doesn’t trust anyone to spend his money for him.”