“Miss Parker?” the girl inquired in an agitated voice.
“Speaking.”
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Lorinda went on, “but could you possibly come to our house right away?”
“Why, I think so,” Penny said, instantly divining that something was amiss at the mansion. “Is anything wrong?”
“Oh, yes! Everything! I can’t tell you over the phone. Just come as quickly as you can. I need your help.”
After hanging up the receiver, Penny related the conversation to the night editor. “I don’t know exactly what the call means,” she added. “Possibly, Lorinda has learned something about her missing stepfather. If so, it should make a good story!”
“Give us a ring from the mansion if any thing develops,” the night editor instructed. “Better take Jerry along with you. No telling what may turn up.”
Jerry already was on his feet, reaching for his hat. His car was parked on the street. Traffic flow had dwindled, enabling them to reach the mansion in record time.
The lower floor of the Rhett home was dark, but on the second floor, nearly all the rooms were ablaze with light.
“Wonder what’s up!” mused Jerry, parking the car across the street.