“We’re in enough trouble now, Penny. Please, let’s not talk about it any more until tomorrow.”
Decidedly puzzled by Lorinda’s attitude, Penny said goodbye and rejoined Jerry in the car. He had seen no more of the mysterious prowler and was convinced the man had fled the estate.
“Let’s go,” he said, starting the car.
As the automobile swung down the driveway, Penny peered intently at the roadside shrubbery. The bushes were crashing back and forth in the rising wind, but no one was visible anywhere near the estate. Chilled, she closed the car window.
“Do you think that hurricane really is heading our way?” she asked her companion.
“Didn’t see the government report tonight,” Jerry replied. “Probably at the last minute, the storm will veer off and we’ll escape. Riverview never was struck by a hurricane. Too far inland.”
The car purred smoothly on, following the road which curled toward the beach. Penny became silent. As they turned a corner, Jerry reached out to give her hand a friendly squeeze.
“Why so quiet, kitten?” he teased.
“Just thinking, Jerry. There are so many things about the Rhett case I can’t understand.”
“Why trouble your little brain?”