“Enter her room?” Louise asked, shocked.
“Why not? FBI agents think nothing of examining the belongings of a suspected person.”
“But we’re not FBI agents, Penny. I don’t want to do it without asking Jerry.”
“By that time it will be too late. It’s now or never.”
“Mrs. Deline might catch us in the act.”
“That’s a chance we’ll have to take.” Penny, in possession of the room key, walked to the front door of the hotel. She was reassured to see that Mrs. Deline had seated herself on a bench some distance from the veranda.
“The coast’s clear,” Penny reported, coming back to Louise. “What do you say?”
“Well, I suppose so,” Louise consented nervously.
An elevator shot the girls up to the fourth floor. To locate Mrs. Deline’s room required but a moment, and the halls fortunately were deserted. Penny fitted the key into the lock and pushed open the door.
“We’ll have to work fast,” she said, closing it behind them again.