Danger At The Drawbridge Part 18

"Now I've done it!" she exclaimed crossly. "Splattered my stockings too."

"Oh, that's too bad," said Penny, pausing.

"This is the only place I ever worked where the cook was expected to carry out the garbage!" the woman complained. "It makes me good and mad every time I do it."

"I should think a house of this size would have an incinerator so that the garbage could be burned," Penny remarked.

"Say, this place doesn't have any conveniences for the servants," the cook went on. "You're expected to work, work, work from morning to night."

She broke off quickly, regarding Penny with a suspicious gaze. "You're not one of Miss Sylvia's guests?" she demanded.

"Oh, no, I only came here on an errand. I wouldn't repeat anything to the family."

"That's all right then," the woman said in relief. "I liked my job here well enough until lately. All month it's been one dinner party after another. Then we spent days getting ready for the wedding feast and not one sc.r.a.p of food was touched!"

"But I suppose Mrs. Kippenberg pays you well."

"Listen, she didn't give me one extra cent for all the work I did. Mrs.

Kippenberg always has been real close, and she's a heap worse since her husband went away. Another week like this last one and I quit!"

"Well, I can't say I blame you," Penny said, leading the woman on. "I suppose Miss Sylvia is as overbearing as her mother?"

"Oh, Miss Sylvia is all right, as sweet a girl as you'll find anywhere. I felt mighty sorry for her when that no-account man threw her over."

Penny knew by this time that she must be talking with Mrs. Latch, for the footman had mentioned the cook's name. As the woman walked on with her bundles of garbage she fell into step with her.

"It was strange about Mr. Atherwald's disappearance," she remarked. "I hear he came to the house and then went away just before the wedding."

"I can tell you about that," replied Mrs. Latch with an important air.

"Yesterday morning a boy came to the back door with a letter for Mr.

Atherwald. It's my opinion he sent it to himself."

"Didn't the boy tell you where he had obtained the letter?"

"He said it was given to him by one of Mr. Atherwald's friends. A man in a boat."

"Oh, I see," said Penny, making a mental note of the information.

Realizing that the cook had told everything she knew about the matter, she quickly switched the subject. "By the way, who is the head gardener here?"

"Do you mean Peter Henderson?"

"A fairly old man," described Penny. "Gray hair, stooped shoulders, and I might add, an unpleasant manner."

"I guess that's Peter. He's not much of a gardener in my opinion. And he feels too high and mighty to a.s.sociate with the other servants. He doesn't even stay here nights."

"Is he a new man?"

"Mrs. Kippenberg hired him only three days before the wedding. I don't think he's done a lick of honest work since he came here."

"And Mrs. Kippenberg doesn't mind?"

"She's been too busy and bothered to pay any attention to him," the cook declared. "But she always has time to boss me. I tell you, if dishes aren't prepared perfectly she raves!"

"No wonder Mr. Kippenberg was forced to leave home," Penny interposed slyly. "You can't blame him for running away from a violent temper."

"Oh, the Kippenbergs never had any trouble," Mrs. Latch corrected. "Mr.

Kippenberg would just laugh and not say a word when she jumped on him.

They were never heard to quarrel."

"Then it seems odd that he went away."

"Yes, it does," agreed the cook, frowning. "I never did understand it.

And then the way Mrs. Kippenberg changed all the servants!"

"You mean after Mr. Kippenberg went away?"

"She fired everyone except me. I guess she knew she couldn't get another cook half as good if she let me go. Right away I struck for more money and she gave it to me without a whimper. But since then she works me like a dog."

Mrs. Latch clattered the lid of the garbage can into place and turned toward the house. But as Penny once more fell into step with her, she paused and regarded the girl with sudden suspicion.

"Say, why am I telling you all this anyway? Who are you? You're not one of those sneaking reporters?"

"Do I look like a reporter?" countered Penny.

"Well, no, you don't," admitted Mrs. Latch. "But you're as inquisitive as one. You must be the girl who brought Miss Sylvia's new dress from the LaRue Shoppe."

Penny hesitated too long over her reply, and the woman gazed at her sharply.

"You _are_ a reporter!" she exclaimed with conviction. "And you've been deliberately pumping me! Of all the tricks! I'll tell Miss Kippenberg!"

"Wait, I can explain."

Mrs. Latch paid no heed. With an angry toss of her head she hastened into the house.

"Overstepped myself again," Penny thought in dismay. "I'll be getting away from here while the getting is good."

Turning, she ran down the walk toward the river, only to stop short as she reached the boat dock. The drawbridge was in open position and the old watchman did not appear to be at his usual post. She had no way of reaching the mainland.

CHAPTER 12 _FISHERMAN'S LUCK_

Penny looked anxiously about for a means of crossing the river. There were no small boats available and the only person who stood on the opposite sh.o.r.e was Jerry Livingston. The other reporters and photographers, evidently tiring of their long vigil, had gone away.

She cupped her hands and shouted to Jerry: "How am I going to get over there? Can you lower the bridge?"