A Mysterious Key
Unfolding the paper, Penny noticed that the message had been written
under the letterhead: "J.C. Elfhedge, attorney, Brookport." The
communication stated briefly that Rosanna Winters was the sole heiress of
the late Jacob Winters, her uncle, and that she had inherited his
mountainside estate at Raven Ridge. A key to the property was enclosed.
She was urged to inspect the estate at her earliest convenience.
"Well, what do you think of it?" Rosanna questioned as Penny studied the
letter in silence.
"Why, it's fine," Penny returned after a slight hesitation. "Did you know
Jacob Winters well?"
"I didn't know him at all. In fact I never even met him."
"Oh! Then the inheritance must have come as a surprise."
"It did. Even now I can't help thinking there must be some mistake. Did
you ever hear of Raven Ridge?"
"Yes, indeed," Penny told her. "It is a lovely spot near Snow Mountain."
"I must go there as soon as I can," Rosanna said. "Will the car fare be
very much do you think?"
"Probably not more than ten dollars."
"That's a large sum for me," Rosanna smiled ruefully. "Of course, now
that I've actually inherited Uncle Jacob's estate, I suppose I shouldn't
worry about money."
"Well, I shouldn't spend lavishly until I was certain there would be no
slip-up about getting the property," Penny advised bluntly. "Perhaps I
shouldn't say it, but there's a certain tone to this letter that I don't
like."
"What do you mean?" Rosanna questioned.
Penny found it difficult to explain.
"Brookport is only a few miles from here and yet I've never heard of a
lawyer by the name of Elfhedge. It seems a trifle strange too that he
should enclose a key to the property."
"It struck me that way too at first," Rosanna admitted unwillingly. "Of
course, I do have an uncle named Jacob Winters--my mother often spoke of
him. He was always considered queer."
"It may be all right. No doubt you have inherited a fortune. Only I think
I'd be a trifle cautious until I was certain it wasn't a hoax."
"But what can I do except to obey the letter and visit the property?"
Penny glanced again at the letterhead. "Why not visit this lawyer and
have a talk with him? Brookport isn't far from here and it might save you
a trip to Raven Ridge."
"Can I reach Brookport by train or bus?"
"I'm afraid not," Penny said. "It's off the main line of travel. You
haven't a car of your own or one you could borrow?"
"No."
"I'll take you to Brookport if you like," Penny offered generously. "We
might go tomorrow."
"Oh, I shouldn't like to trouble you, Miss Nichols. I can probably rent a
car."
"There's no need of it for I would enjoy the ride. Besides, I am curious
to learn if there is an attorney by the name of Elfhedge living in
Brookport. Suppose I call here for you around ten o'clock tomorrow
morning."
"All right," Rosanna smiled. "It's good of you to offer. Perhaps I can
repay you someday."
The girls parted, Penny driving directly to her own home. Entering the
house by the back door she found Mrs. Gallup, the housekeeper, cooking
dinner. The kitchen was permeated with the delightful aroma of frying
chicken.
"Is Dad home yet?" Penny inquired, pausing to sniff the air.
"He's in the study," the housekeeper informed.
Penny found Christopher Nichols occupied at his desk. Sometimes it was
difficult for her to realize that she was the daughter of a detective who
had gained state-wide recognition for his ability in solving baffling
cases. Mr. Nichols had served an apprenticeship on the police force, had
risen from the ranks, and later had started his own private detective
agency. Yet, despite his success, he was quiet and unaffected.
Mr. Nichols had no real hobbies and only two absorbing interests in
life--his work and his daughter. Penny had been left motherless at an
early age. Because there had been only a slight feminine influence in her
life her outlook upon the world was somewhat different from that of the
average high school girl. She thought clearly and frankly spoke her mind.
Yet if she enjoyed an unusual amount of freedom for one so young, she
never abused the trust which her father placed in her.
Penny loved adventure. Recently, somewhat to her father's chagrin, she
had involved herself with a daring gang of automobile thieves. The story
of her exciting encounter with underworld characters has been recounted
in the first volume of the series, entitled, "Penny Nichols Finds A
Clue."
"Now what?" Mr. Nichols demanded gruffly as his daughter perched herself
on the corner of his desk. "Has that car of yours broken down again?"
Penny laughed as she shook her head.
"No, believe it or not, I still have a few dollars of my allowance left.
I'm after information this time."
"What sort of information?"
"Preferably accurate," Penny smiled. "Tell me, did you ever hear of a
lawyer by the name of Elfhedge with an office at Brookport?"
"No, I never did," Mr. Nichols returned instantly. "There is an attorney
in the Stover building by the name of Hedgel. Perhaps you're mixed up."
"I have the name right," Penny insisted. She then related the contents of
Rosanna Winters' letter.
"It sounds like someone's idea of a practical joke," Mr. Nichols
declared. "I'd advise the girl not to spend any money until she's done a
little investigating."
"That's what I did tell her."
"I'll look this man Elfhedge up in a day or two if you like," Mr. Nichols
promised. "It sounds like a fictitious name to me but of course the
letter may be _bona fide_."
Mrs. Gallup interrupted the discussion to announce that dinner was ready.
Immediately after the meal had been served, Mr. Nichols left for his
office and Penny saw him no more that evening. He left the house before
she was up the next morning so she had no opportunity to explain that she
was driving Rosanna Winters to Brookport that day.
At ten o'clock she rang the doorbell of the rooming house on Sixty-fifth
Street. Rosanna already was waiting.
"I thought you might have changed your mind about wishing to make the
trip," she declared, following Penny to the car.
"No, I'm more curious than ever to talk with your lawyer. It will be
wonderful, Rosanna, if the estate turns out to be a valuable one."
Rosanna smiled a trifle ruefully. "Yes, I will have plenty of use for the
money. I can't believe yet that Uncle Jacob left everything to me."
Penny refrained from saying anything which might disturb Rosanna.
Actually, she had not the slightest reason for doubting that the girl had
come into an inheritance, save that the letter from Mr. Elfhedge did not
have a genuine tone. It occurred to her that a scheme might be under way
to induce the orphan to part with her own savings.
During the ride to Brookport, Rosanna mentioned a few of the hard
experiences she had undergone in the past year. First her mother had
died, then an aunt with whom she made her home, likewise had been taken
from her. She found work of a sort in a grocery store, but long hours and
trying conditions had worn her down. She had taken sick. Hospital bills
claimed the greater part of the money which her mother had left her. She
could not secure her old job back, nor could she find a new one. In
desperation she had decided to come to Belton City, hoping that she might
secure a position there.
"You can imagine that I was pretty well discouraged when the letter
arrived from Mr. Elfhedge," Rosanna ended. "You don't know what a fright
you gave me by suggesting that it might be a hoax."
"I'm sorry if I caused you worry. I had no reason for thinking that
someone wrote the letter for a joke."
"Uncle Jacob was noted for doing queer things," Rosanna informed. "I
never met him but Mother often mentioned his name. He was quite a
traveler, I believe, and collecting was his hobby."
"What did he collect?"
"Oh, things from the Orient and antiques from all over the world."
"Then if you've come into his property, you may have inherited some real
treasures," Penny commented. "It would be fun to visit that house at
Raven Ridge."
"Yes, but I dread going there alone. Penny, I wish you could go with me."
"I wish I could too, but I guess I'll have to stay at Belton City this
summer."
It was only a little after eleven o'clock when the girls reached
Brookport. The town was less than a hundred thousand population and Penny
had no trouble in finding the main business section. After cruising about
for some minutes, they located the street where Mr. Elfhedge had his
office. The number which they sought brought them to an imposing
seven-story brick building.
Penny parked the roadster and they went inside, searching the directory
for Mr. Elfhedge's name. It was not listed.
"That's odd," Rosanna remarked with a troubled frown. "His office must be
here somewhere in the building."
Penny went over to make inquiry of the elevator boy.
"There's no one in this building by that name," he insisted.
Thinking that the boy might be misinformed, Penny and Rosanna sought the
building superintendent. To satisfy them, the man looked carefully
through his list of tenants. No one by the name of Elfhedge occupied an
office in the building.
"There is an attorney in Room 309 but his name is Rogers," the
superintendent told the girls. "You might talk with him. He may know this
man Elfhedge."
They went up to Room 309 and after a brief wait were ushered into the
lawyer's private office. Rosanna was too shy to state the purpose of her
visit, so Penny explained why they had come. The lawyer had never heard
of a colleague by the name of Elfhedge.
"He's never been in this building and I doubt that he's even located in
the city," they were told. "You must have made a mistake in the address."
The girls had made no mistake, that they knew. The address was plainly
written on the outside of the envelope which Rosanna had in her purse.
She showed it to the lawyer.
"Yes, that seems to be this building," he admitted. "It looks as if
someone used a fake address."
They left the office completely discouraged. Penny felt sorry for her
companion. Rosanna had counted so heavily upon the inheritance. Now it
appeared that someone had played a cruel joke upon her.
"You were right," Rosanna acknowledged as they walked slowly back to the
car. "You were suspicious of that letter from the first."
"It struck me as peculiar that it was written in longhand instead of on a
typewriter," Penny explained.
"I suppose it is nothing but a joke," Rosanna acknowledged, "and yet why
should a key be enclosed in the letter?"
"It's beyond me, Rosanna. Even if the trip is wasted, you might feel
better about it if you went to Raven Ridge and investigated."
"I'd go in an instant if I had the money to spare."
"I'll loan it to you."
Rosanna shook her head.
"No, I can't take it although it's kind of you to offer."
"I wish I could help you, Rosanna."
"You've helped me a great deal already. Perhaps a little later on I'll
find some way of getting to Raven Ridge."
Penny tried to urge the loan, but Rosanna, who was unusually proud, would
not hear of it. The girls parted at the latter's boarding house on
Sixty-fifth Street.
"I'll see you within a day or two," Penny promised as she drove away.
"Perhaps by that time Father will learn something about Mr. Elfhedge."
She did not really believe that Mr. Nichols could find anything to
report. Doubtless, the name had been a fictitious one. Yet who had played
the joke upon Rosanna and for what purpose?
"There's more to the affair than what appears on the surface," she
reflected. "If only I had the chance, I'd do a little investigating."
Penny smiled at the thought, little dreaming that such an opportunity was
to present itself very shortly.