“No, I haven’t seen Mr. Moyer since that day at the cottage. I’m reasonably sure Joe is still at liberty.”
“He may be the one at the bottom of all the trouble,” declared Louise. “We tend to suspect Fenestra of evil doing because we dislike him so heartily.”
“That’s so, Lou. The best way is to have no opinions and wait for facts. But waiting wears me to a frazzle!”
After parting from her chum, Penny did not drive home. Instead, she turned into Drexel Boulevard, and presently was ringing the doorbell of the Judson home.
The door was opened by Matthew Judson. Penny had not expected to meet the former publisher. Somewhat confusedly she inquired for Pauletta.
“My daughter isn’t here now,” replied Mr. Judson. “I expect her home within a few minutes. Won’t you wait?”
“No, thank you,” Penny declined. “I’ll drop in some other time.”
“I wish you would stay,” urged Mr. Judson. “I find an empty house so depressing.”
Penny hesitated, and then followed the former publisher to the living room. Mr. Judson had been reading the newspaper. He swept it from a chair so that the girl could sit opposite him.
“Tell me how you are getting on with your newspaper,” he urged in a friendly tone.