“I like it better,” replied Louise. She had curled up kitten fashion on the bed and was making deep inroads into a box of chocolates. “So far though, we’ve not done much fancy sleuthing.”
“We’ve only been here a few hours. Where do you suppose Mrs. Deline keeps herself?”
“In her room no doubt. Why do you worry about her so much, Penny?”
Penny twisted a few ringlets over her finger and abandoned the project as hopeless. “Lou, you know all the prize answers without asking me,” she said. “I’ve told you a dozen times why I distrust that woman.”
“Doesn’t it all simmer down to one thing? You’re jealous as a green-eyed cat!”
“Maybe I do dislike her,” Penny grinned. “On second thought, I’m sure of it! But facts are facts and have nothing to do with my personal feelings. In the first place, didn’t she get Dad to bring her with us to Sunset Beach?”
“But what does that prove? She has no car of her own and the trains are so crowded.”
“I think she knew that Dad was coming here to try to dig up a story about the outlaw radio station,” Penny went on, unruffled. “She’s probably pumped him of information.”
“Your father knows how to look after himself.”
“That’s what he thinks!” Penny muttered. “I wouldn’t place any wagers on it myself. Why, he’s been as blind as a bat.”