“If Jim McCoy asked her to bury a package of garbage, she would have disposed of it long before she did,” Penny reasoned. “Instead, she walked quite a distance down shore. Then she seemed to select a particular dune, as if by pre-arrangement.”
“You think she may have hidden something there expecting another person to pick it up?”
“That’s my theory, Lou. Oh, I wish this rain would let up.”
Restlessly Penny walked to a window. The rain showed signs of slackening. And as she watched, a taxi drew up in front of the hotel. Jerry Livingston leaped out.
“Wait for me!” he instructed the driver. “I’ll be right back.”
Penny and Louise managed to block Jerry’s path as he came hurrying into the hotel.
“Hello, girls,” he greeted them offhanded. “Want to go for a drive into the country?”
“We certainly do,” Penny accepted for both. “What’s our destination?”
“Tell you on the way,” Jerry answered.
He disappeared into an elevator, but was back in the lobby within a few minutes. Taking Penny and Louise each by an elbow, he escorted them to the waiting cab.