“Not to my knowledge.”
“Well, it should be!” Penny exclaimed. “Louise and I were there today and we saw—”
“Yes?” Mr. Parker questioned as she suddenly broke off.
“We saw a lot that didn’t look right,” Penny finished, deciding not to bring Mrs. Deline’s name into the discussion. “Mr. McCoy had visitors and while they were there he kept us locked up.”
“My word! Why didn’t you report to the police?”
“Well, we weren’t entirely sure,” Penny said lamely. “The door just closed and locked, and Mr. McCoy let on that it had a trick latch. Then he released us, but not until after the visitors had gone.”
“Did you see the persons?”
“No, we only heard their voices. We weren’t able to overhear any of the conversation.”
Without explaining what he intended to do, Mr. Parker again closed himself into a telephone booth. Not until he returned did he tell Penny that he had called Interceptor Headquarters and that Army men had been sent to the lighthouse to make a thorough check-up.
“Now it’s late,” he said briskly, “and you’re overdue for bed, Penny. Better fly up.”