Therefore, when the plane made a brief stop, she was astonished to have Francine sidle over to her as she sat on a high stool at the lunch stand, and say in a cutting tone:
“Well, did you find out everything you wanted to know? I saw you listening hard enough.”
“Eavesdropping isn’t my method,” replied Penny indignantly. “It’s stupid and is employed only by trash fiction writers and possibly Record reporters.”
“Say, are you suggesting—?”
“Yes,” interrupted Penny wearily. “Now please go find yourself a roost!”
Francine ignored the empty stools beside Penny and went to the far side of the lunch room. A moment later the two men, who had caused the young woman reporter such concern, entered and sat down at a counter near Penny, ordering sandwiches and coffee.
Rather ironically, the girl could not avoid hearing their conversation, and almost their first words gave her an unpleasant shock.
“Don’t worry, Ralph,” said the stout one. “Nothing stands in our way now.”
“You’re not forgetting Mrs. Downey’s place?”
“We’ll soon take care of her,” the other boasted. “That’s why I’m going out to Pine Top with you, Ralph. I’ll show you how these little affairs are handled.”
CHAPTER 4
PINE TOP MOUNTAIN
Penny was startled by the remarks of the two men because she felt certain that the Mrs. Downey under discussion must be the woman at whose inn she would spend a two weeks’ vacation. Was it possible that a plot was being hatched against her father’s friend? And what did Francine know about it?
She glanced quickly toward the young woman reporter who was doing battle with a tough steak which threatened to leap off her plate whenever she tried to cut it. Apparently, Francine had not heard any part of the conversation.
Being only human, Penny decided that despite her recent comments, she could not be expected to abandon a perfectly good sandwich in the interests of theoretical honor. She remained at her post and waited for the men to reveal more.
Unobligingly, they began to talk of the weather and politics. Penny finished her sandwich, and sliding down from the stool wandered outdoors.
“I wish I knew who those men are,” she thought. “Francine could tell me if she weren’t so horrid.”
Penny waited until the last possible minute before boarding the plane. As she stepped inside the cabin she was surprised to see that Francine had taken the chair beside Maxine Miller, very coolly moving Penny’s belongings to the seat at the back of the airliner.
“Did you two decide to change places?” inquired the stewardess as Penny hesitated beside the empty chair.
“I didn’t decide. It just seems to be an accomplished fact.”
The stewardess went down the aisle and touched Francine’s arm. “Usually the passengers keep their same seats throughout the journey,” she said with a pleasant smile. “Would you mind?”
Francine did mind for she had cut her lunch short in the hope of obtaining the coveted chair, but she could not refuse to move. Frowning, she went back to her former place.
Actually, Penny was not particular where she sat. There was no practical advantage in being directly behind the two strangers, for their voices were seldom audible above the roar of the plane. On the other hand, Miss Miller talked loudly and with scarcely a halt for breath. Penny was rather relieved when an early stop for dinner enabled her to gain a slight respite.
With flying conditions still favorable, the second half of the journey was begun. Penny curled up in her clean, comfortable bed, and the gentle rocking of the plane soon lulled her to sleep. She did not awaken until morning when the stewardess came to warn her they soon would be at their destination. Penny dressed speedily, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast brought to her on a tray. She had just finished when Francine staggered down the aisle, eyes bloodshot, her straight black hair looking as if it had never been combed.
“Will I be glad to get off this plane!” she moaned. “What a night!”
“I didn’t notice anything wrong with it,” said Penny. “I take it you didn’t sleep well.”
“Sleep? I never closed my eyes all night, not with this roller-coaster sliding down one mountain and up another. I thought every minute we were going to crash.”
Maxine Miller likewise seemed to have spent an uncomfortable night, for her face was haggard and worn. She looked five years older and her make-up was smeared.
“Tell me, do I look too dreadful?” she asked Penny anxiously. “I want to appear my best when I meet Mr. Balantine.”
“You’ll have time to rest up before you see him,” the girl replied kindly.
“How long before we reach Pine Top?”
“We should be approaching there now.” Penny studied the terrain below with deep interest, noting mountain ranges and beautiful snowy valleys.
At last the plane circled and swept down on a small landing field which had been cleared of snow. Passengers began to pour from the cabin, grateful that the long journey was finally at an end.
“I hope I see you again,” said Penny, extending her hand to Miss Miller. “And the best of luck with Mr. Balantine.”
Eagerly, she gathered together her possessions and stepped out of the plane into blinding sunlight. The air was crisp and cold, but there was a quality to it which made her take long, deep breaths. Beyond the landing field stood a tall row of pine trees, each topped with a layer of snow like the white icing of a cake. From somewhere far away she could hear the merry jingle of sleigh bells.
“So this is Pine Top!” thought Penny. “It’s as pretty as a Christmas card!”
A small group of persons were at the field to meet the plane. Catching sight of a short, sober-looking little woman who was bundled in furs, Penny hastened toward her.
“Mrs. Downey!” she cried.
“Penny, my dear! How glad I am to see you!” The woman clasped her firmly, planting a kiss on either cheek. “But your father shouldn’t have disappointed me. Why didn’t he come along?”
“He wanted to, but he’s up to his eyebrows in trouble. A man is suing him for libel.”
“Oh, that is bad,” murmured Mrs. Downey. “I know what legal trouble means because I’ve had an unpleasant taste of it myself lately. But come, let’s get your luggage and be starting up the mountain.”
“Just a minute,” said Penny in a low tone. With a slight inclination of her head, she indicated the two male passengers who had made the long journey from Riverview to Pine Top. “You don’t by any chance know either of those men?”
Mrs. Downey’s face lost its kindliness and she said, in a grim voice: “I certainly do!”
Before Penny could urge the woman to reveal their identity, Francine walked over to where she and Mrs. Downey stood.
“Did you wish to see me?” inquired the hotel woman as Francine looked at her with an inquiring gaze.
“Are you Mrs. Downey?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I am looking for a place to stay,” said Francine. “I was told that you keep an inn.”
“Yes, we have a very nice lodge up the mountain about a mile from here. The rooms are comfortable, and I do most of the cooking myself. We’re located on the best ski slopes in the valley. But if you’re looking for a place with plenty of style and corresponding prices you might prefer the Fergus place.”
“Your lodge will exactly suit me, I think,” declared Francine. “How do I get there?”
“In my bob-sled,” offered Mrs. Downey. “I may have a few other guests.”
“It won’t take me a minute to get my luggage,” said Francine, moving away.
Penny was none too pleased to know that the girl reporter would make her headquarters at the Downey Inn. Her face must have mirrored her misgiving, for Mrs. Downey said apologetically:
“Business hasn’t been any too good this season. I have to pick up an extra tourist whenever I can.”
“Of course,” agreed Penny hastily.
“One can’t run a hotel without guests.”
“I do believe Jake has snared another victim,” Mrs. Downey laughed. “That woman with the bleached hair.”
“And who is Jake?” inquired Penny.
Mrs. Downey nodded her head toward a spry man with leathery skin who was talking with Maxine Miller.
“He does odd jobs for me at the Inn,” she explained. “When he has no other occupation he tries to entice guests into our den.”
“You make it sound like a very wicked business,” chuckled Penny.
“Since the Fergus hotel was built it’s become a struggle, to the death,” replied Mrs. Downey soberly. “I truly believe this will be my last year at Pine Top.”
“Why, you’ve had your home here for years,” said Penny in astonishment. “You were at Pine Top long before anyone thought of it as a great skiing resort. You’re an institution here, Mrs. Downey. Surely you aren’t serious about giving up your lodge?”
“Yes, I am, Penny. But I shouldn’t start telling my troubles the moment you arrive. I never would have said a word if you hadn’t asked me about those two men yonder.”
She gazed scornfully toward the strangers whose identity Penny hoped to learn.
“Who are they?” Penny asked quickly.
“The slim fellow with the sharp face is Ralph Fergus,” answered Mrs. Downey, her voice filled with bitterness. “He manages the hotel and is supposed to be the owner. Actually, the other man is the one who provides all the money.”
“And who is he?”
“Why, you should know,” replied Mrs. Downey. “He has a hotel in Riverview. His name is Harvey Maxwell. He only comes here now and then.”
“Harvey Maxwell!” repeated Penny. “Wait until Dad hears about this!”
“Your father has had dealings with him?”
“Has he?” murmured Penny. “Maxwell is the man who is suing Dad for libel!”
“Well, of all things!”
“I believe I understand why Francine came out here too,” Penny said thoughtfully.
“Francine?”
“The girl who just engaged a room at your place. I think she went to your Inn for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on me.”
“Why should she wish to do that?”
“Francine is a reporter for the Riverview Record. Dad’s story about Maxwell bribing a football player served as a tip-off to other editors. Now the Record may hope to get evidence against him which they can build up into a big story.”
“I should think that would help your father’s case.”
“It might,” agreed Penny, “all depending upon how the evidence was used. But somehow, I don’t trust Francine. If there’s any fancy newspaper work to be done at Pine Top, I aim to look after it myself!”
CHAPTER 5
OVER THE BARBED WIRE
Mrs. Downey laughed at Penny’s remark, not taking it very seriously.
“I wish someone could uncover damaging evidence against Harvey Maxwell,” she declared. “But I fear he’s far too clever a man to be caught in anything dishonest. Sometime when you’re in the mood to hear a tale of woe, I’ll tell you how he is running things at Pine Top.”
“I’d like to learn everything I can about him,” responded Penny eagerly.
Mrs. Downey led the girl across the field to the road where the bob-sled and team of horses had been hitched. Jake, the handy man, appeared a moment later, loaded down with skis and luggage. Maxine Miller, Francine, and a well-dressed business man soon arrived and were helped into the sled.
“This is unique taxi service to say the least,” declared Francine, none too well pleased. “It must take ages to get up the mountain.”
“Not very long,” replied Mrs. Downey cheerfully.
Jake drove, with the hotel woman and her guests sitting on the floor of the sled, covered by warm blankets.
“Is it always so cold here?” shivered Miss Miller.
“Always at this time of year,” returned Mrs. Downey. “You’ll not mind it in a day or two. And the skiing is wonderful. We had six more inches of snow last night.”
Penny thoroughly enjoyed the novel experience of gliding swiftly over the hard-packed snow. The bobsled presently passed a large rustic building at the base of the mountain which Mrs. Downey pointed out as the Fergus hotel.
“I suppose all the rich people stay there,” commented Miss Miller. “Do you know if they have a guest named David Balantine?”
“The producer? Yes, I believe he is staying at the Fergus hotel.”
At the next bend Jake stopped the horses so that the girls might obtain a view of the valley.
“Over to the right is the village of Pine Top,” indicated Mrs. Downey. “Just beyond the Fergus hotel is the site of an old silver mine, abandoned many years ago. And when we reach the next curve you’ll be able to look north and see into Canada.”
A short ride on up the mountain brought the party to the Downey Lodge, a small but comfortable log building amid the pines. On the summit of a slope not far away they could see the figure of a skier, poised for a swift, downward flight.
Mrs. Downey assigned the guests to their rooms, tactfully establishing Penny and Francine at opposite ends of a long hall.
“Luncheon will be served at one o’clock,” she told them. “If you feel equal to it you’ll have time for a bit of skiing.”
“I believe I’ll walk down to the village and send a wire to Dad,” said Penny. “Then this afternoon I’ll try my luck on the slopes.”
“Just follow the road and you’ll not get lost,” instructed Mrs. Downey.
Penny unpacked her suitcase, and then set forth at a brisk walk for the village. She found the telegraph station without difficulty and dispatched a message to her father, telling him of Harvey Maxwell’s presence in Pine Top.
The town itself, consisting of half a dozen stores and twice as many houses, was soon explored. Before starting back up the mountain Penny thought she would buy a morning newspaper. But as she made inquiry at a drug store, the owner shook his head.
“We don’t carry them here. The only papers we get come in by plane. They’re all sold out long before this.”
“Oh, I see,” said Penny in disappointment, “well, next time I’ll try to come earlier.”
“I beg your pardon,” ventured a voice directly behind her. “Allow me to offer you my paper.”
Penny turned around to see that Ralph Fergus had entered the drugstore in time to hear her remark. With a most engaging smile, he extended his own newspaper.
“Oh, I don’t like to take your paper,” she protested, wishing to accept no favor however small from the man.
“Please do,” he urged, thrusting it into her hand. “I have finished with it.”
“Thank you,” said Penny.
She took the paper and started to leave the store. Mr. Fergus fell into step with her, following her outside.
“Going back up the mountain?” he inquired casually.
“Yes, I was.”
“I’ll walk along if you don’t mind having company.”
“Not at all.”
Penny studied Ralph Fergus curiously, fairly certain he had a special reason for wishing to walk with her. For a time they trudged along in silence, the snow creaking beneath their boots.
“Staying at the Downey Lodge?” Fergus inquired after awhile.
“Yes, I am.”
“Like it there?”
“Well, I only arrived on the morning plane.”
“Yes, I noticed you aboard,” he nodded. “Mrs. Downey is a very fine woman, a very fine woman, but her lodge isn’t modern. You noticed that, I suppose?”
“I’m not especially critical,” smiled Penny. “It seemed to suit my needs.”
“You’ll be more critical after you have stayed there a few days,” he warned. “The service is very poor. Even this little matter of getting a morning newspaper. Now our hotel sees that every guest has one shoved under his door before breakfast.”
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bsp; “That would be very nice, I’m sure,” remarked Penny dryly. “You’re the manager of the hotel, aren’t you?”
Ralph Fergus gave her a quick, appraising glance. “Right you are,” he said jovially. “Naturally I think we have the finest hotel at Pine Top and I wish you would try it. I’ll be glad to make you a special rate.”
“You’re very kind.” It was a struggle for Penny to keep her voice casual. “I may drop around sometime and look the hotel over.”
“Do that,” he urged. “Here is my card. Just ask for me and I’ll show you about.”
Penny took the card and dropped it into her pocket. A few minutes later as they passed the Fergus hotel, her companion parted company with her.
“He thought I was an ordinary guest at Mrs. Downey’s,” Penny told herself. “Otherwise, he never would have dared to make such an open bid for my patronage.”
Upon returning to the lodge she told Mrs. Downey of her meeting with Ralph Fergus.
“It doesn’t surprise me one bit,” the woman replied angrily. “Fergus has been using every method he can think of to get my guests away from me. He has runners out all the time, talking up his hotel and talking mine down.”
Penny sat on the edge of the kitchen table, watching Mrs. Downey stir a great kettle of steaming soup.
“While I was coming here on the plane I heard Fergus and Maxwell speaking about you.”
“You did, Penny? What did they have to say? Nothing good, I’ll warrant.”
“I couldn’t understand what they meant at the time, but now I think I do. They said that nothing stood in their way except your place. Maxwell declared he would soon take care of you, and that he was on his way to Pine Top to show Fergus how such affairs were handled.”
Mrs. Downey kept on stirring with the big spoon. “So the screws are to be twisted a bit harder?” she asked grimly.
“Why do they want your place?” Penny inquired.
“Because I take a few of their guests away from them. If my lodge closed up they could raise prices sky high, and they would do it, too!”
“They offered me a special rate, whatever that means.”
“Fergus has been cutting his room rents lately for the sole purpose of getting my customers away from me. He makes up for it by charging three and even four dollars a meal. The guests don’t learn that until after they have moved in.”
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