“Even so, we should tell her what Jay Franklin has done,” Penny insisted. “Let’s go right after school.”
“I can’t,” Louise declined. “I’ve planned a shopping tour.”
“Then, immediately after dinner,” Penny persisted. “I’ll stop by for you in the car.”
As it developed, various duties kept both girls so busy that it was dusk before they actually drove toward Rose Acres. Louise protested that, considering what had occurred the previous night, it was much too late to call on the widow.
“Mrs. Marborough surely won’t be abed before eight o’clock,” Penny answered carelessly. “If the house should be dark, we can drive away without disturbing her.” Louise made another protest, but knew that as usual Penny would get her way.
A few minutes later the automobile swung around a bend. Directly ahead loomed the old colonial mansion, its windows without lights.
“We may as well turn back,” Louise observed.
Penny slackened speed, gazing toward the unkempt grounds.
“Louise!” she exclaimed tensely. “There it is again! The light!”
“Where?” Louise demanded in disbelief. “I don’t see it.”