Part 17 (2/2)

Finally, the train pulled in. But Mr. Ayling did not alight from either the coaches or pullmans. Feeling even more depressed, Penny went home for lunch.

Several times during the afternoon, she telephoned Mr. Ayling's hotel to inquire if he had arrived. Each time she was told he had not checked in.

”Wonder what's keeping him in Chicago?” Penny mused. ”I hope he didn't change his mind about coming back here.”

Throughout the day, she kept thinking about the monastery and its strange occupants. The skiing incident of the previous afternoon had convinced her that Winkey at least was cruel and dishonest. As to Father Benedict's character, she could not make up her mind.

”Possibly he doesn't know how surly and mean his servant acts,” she thought. ”Someone ought to tell him!”

Penny longed to return to the monastery, but hesitated to go there for the deliberate purpose of reporting Winkey's misbehavior.

”Mr. Ayling may return here tomorrow,” she told herself. ”Then perhaps we can drive out there together.”

However, a check of the Riverview Hotel the following morning, disclosed that the investigator still had not arrived in the city.

Decidedly mystified by his failure to return, Penny clomped into the Parker kitchen after having spent an hour downtown. To her surprise she saw that during her absence a bulky package had been delivered.

”It came for you a half hour ago,” Mrs. Weems explained.

”For me! Must be a mistake. I've ordered nothing from any store.”

Plainly the package bore her name, so she tore off the heavy wrappings.

Inside was a pair of new hickory skis.

”Dad must have sent them!” she exclaimed. ”Just what I need.”

However, the skis were not from her father. Among the wrappings she found a card with Mr. Eckenrod's name.

”Try these for size,” the artist had scrawled in an almost illegible hand. ”Thanks for pulling me out of a hole! My leg is mending rapidly, so don't forget our date!”

”Oh, the darling!” Penny cried. ”Mighty decent of him to replace the skis I broke! Only I'm afraid I won't get to use them many times. It's thawing fast today.”

Slipping her slim ankles through the leather bindings, she glided awkwardly about the polished linoleum.

”How soon's luncheon?” she asked impatiently. ”I want to go skiing right away!”

”I'll put it on after I've telephoned Jake Cotton,” the housekeeper promised. ”He failed to show up here today.”

”Jake Cotton, the carpenter?”

”Yes, your father ordered another bookcase for the den. Jake promised to build it last week. He's always putting other jobs ahead.”

After telephoning, Mrs. Weems toasted sandwiches and made hot chocolate.

Penny ate rapidly, as was her habit when thinking of other matters.

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