“Where something may be hidden?”
“It’s possible.”
“How could one remove the bricks without hiring a workman?” Louise asked after a moment.
“If they are as loose as I think they are, I might be able to get them out myself. Not tonight though.”
Penny felt in no mood to discuss future possibilities or even to consider them. Already cold, the misty air added to her physical discomfort.
“Better get a hot shower and go to bed,” Louise advised as they finally reached the Parker home. “We’ll talk things over in the morning.”
Not desiring to attract attention to herself, Penny entered the house by a side door. To her discomfiture, Mrs. Weems, who chanced to be getting a drink in the kitchen, saw the disheveled clothing.
“Why, Penny Parker!” she exclaimed. “What have you done to yourself?”
“Nothing,” Penny mumbled. “I’m just a little wet. I’ve been down in a well.”
“There are times when your jokes don’t seem at all funny,” the housekeeper said sternly. “How did you ruin your clothes?”