Penny half expected that her father would refuse permission for her to go along. To her delight he merely said:
“I suppose there’s no keeping you here, Penny. Well, come with us. I guess you’ve earned the right by your good work.”
It was a dark night, warm but misty. No lights were showing outside the hotel, though far up the beach the powerful lighthouse beacon cut swathes across the black sea.
“What’s the plan?” Mr. Parker asked Jerry.
“The entire coast for fifty miles is being watched. I thought just on a chance we might keep vigil at the place where Mrs. Deline buried the package of explosives. Someone may show up there. On the other hand, Penny tipped off the fact that she knew where the bundle was buried.”
“Mrs. Deline watched Louise and me through a spy glass,” Penny recalled ruefully. “She knew we didn’t find the package though.”
“That’s our assignment anyhow,” Jerry said. “To keep watch of that particular place until relieved by Army men.”
The Parker car was on the hotel lot close by. Getting it, the trio took the beach road but stopped some distance from the lighthouse. Not wishing the car to attract the attention of any passer-by, it was left parked on a private driveway. Jerry, Penny and her father then crossed the dunes afoot and proceeded up the beach until they came to their station.
“Think this is the place?” Penny asked skeptically.
“I know it is,” Jerry replied. “Remember what I told you about taking observations? Let’s see if the package is still here?”