Just at that moment there came a light tap on the door.
“Oh, Penny!” Mr. Parker called.
“Yes, Dad, what is it?” Penny leaped out of bed.
“I’m worried about the car keys,” he called through the transom. “You didn’t by chance see them after we left the dining room?”
“Why, yes,” Penny reassured him. “You left them lying on the table. I picked them up and forgot to tell you. They’re here on the dresser. I’ll hand them out.”
“No, never mind. Keep them. I was just afraid they were lost. Goodnight.”
Mrs. Deline glanced curiously at the key ring on the dresser. She remarked that she had not seen Penny pick it up.
“You were talking to Dad at the time,” the girl replied.
Leaving the keys on the dresser, she leaped into bed again and settled herself for a comfortable sleep. Mrs. Deline presently turned out the light and took the other bed. For a time Penny was annoyed by voices from the hallway, then all became quiet. She slept.
Much later Penny awoke. She stirred and rolled over. The rain had ceased and moonlight was flooding into the room. A beam fell directly across Mrs. Deline’s bed, revealing a mass of crumpled sheets and covers.