“Lou,” said Penny abruptly, “did you ever hear of a man named Peter Fenestra?”
“Why, yes, I have.”
“He was here today to ask me about the octopus tattoo story. What can you tell me?”
“Not very much, Penny. He lives on a farm two miles from the south edge of Riverview. A place called The Willows.”
“Oh, is he a farmer?” Penny was surprised. “I never would have guessed that.”
“He isn’t one. He merely lives there. According to the report, he has prospered by leaps and bounds.”
“How does he make his money?”
“No one seems to know. When Fenestra came here a year or so ago he didn’t appear to have anything. Lately he bought a fine car, and he spends money rather lavishly.”
“He inquired about John Munn,” Penny remarked. “Somehow I had a feeling that he was trying to pump information from me for a particular reason.”
“Those who know Fenestra say he’s a sly old fox.”