“How do we know that fellow was a tramp?” Penny speculated. “Jerry told us about a young soldier that had escaped from a Canadian prison camp. Mrs. Deline may be trying to help him by supplying food and heavy clothing!”
“As usual, Penny, aren’t you leaping to hasty conclusions?”
“Maybe I am, but everything fits in beautifully. I’ve thought from the first that Mrs. Deline was nothing less than a spy or an international crook.”
“You’ve aired that theory before,” Louise said, stretching out on the cot. “Wonder when your father will get here?”
“I wish he would come,” Penny replied, glancing anxiously toward the road. “At least I have one consolation.”
“What’s that?”
“I know he’s not with Mrs. Deline. Oh, Lou, think how horrible it would be to have a spy for a stepmother!”
“It would be something different anyhow,” Louise chuckled. “Want to listen to the radio awhile?”
“Okay,” Penny agreed, “maybe we can tune in that outlaw station. It’s about time for the regular nightly broadcast.”
Closing themselves into the car, the girls tried without success to get the outlaw shortwave station. Tuning instead to a dance orchestra, they discussed the day’s happenings and made elaborate plans for the morrow.