“Poor Dad,” Penny murmured, “I’m afraid it will break him up to learn the truth. Do you say I should tell him right away, Jerry?”
“Why not?” Jerry demanded, his eyes amused. “Your father may have a few things to break to you too, Penny.”
“Meaning what?”
“I’ll let your father do his own talking,” Jerry said, getting up from the hotel bench. “Have to go now.”
“Wait!” Penny pleaded. “You’ve not told us anything. Do you think Mrs. Deline has been aiding that flier who escaped from a Canadian prison camp?”
Jerry deliberately let the question pass. “Listen!” he said urgently. “I may not see you girls again until after dinner. Want to help me tonight?”
“Doing what?” Penny asked.
“I want you to lead me to the place where Mrs. Deline buried that package.”
“We’ll do our best.”
“Then if I don’t see you earlier, meet me here at nine o’clock. It should be dark by that time.”