CHAPTER 14 _AN ASSIGNMENT FOR PENNY_
Father Benedict's face was as expressionless as a marble statue, but hisdark eyes smoldered with anger.
Ignoring Penny and Louise for the moment, he fixed the cringing Juliawith stern gaze.
"Did I not order you to remain in the kitchen?" he demanded. His voicewas low, almost purring. Nevertheless, the woman acted as if she had beenlashed with a whip.
Mumbling unintelligibly, she scurried off down the covered passagewayalong the side of the cloister, and disappeared through another doorway.
"Please, it wasn't Julia's fault that she was here," said Penny, feelingsorry for the unfortunate woman. "Louise and I called for help and shecame to assist us."
"Yes, we were locked in the study," added Louise. "If she hadn't come toour rescue, we would have been there yet."
"Do I understand you to say you were _locked_ in?" asked the monk, hisshaggy eyebrows lifting in astonishment. "The door sticks sometimes."
"It was locked," interposed Penny quietly. "We tried several times toopen it. Julia finally let us out with a key."
Having divulged this bit of information, she immediately regretted it. Ashadow passed over the monk's countenance.
"A key?" he repeated. "How would Julia know--" Breaking off, he smiledand completed: "The locks here are very old and sadly in need of repair.I must have a locksmith in immediately."
Father Benedict fixed his gaze upon one of the twisted, weather-stainedcolumns of the cloister, for the moment seeming to forget the girls.Becoming a little uncomfortable, they edged toward the exit.
"We'll be going now," said Penny to remind him of their presence. "Thatis, unless you'll permit us to witness the cult ceremony."
"The main hall has not yet been prepared," Father Benedict repliedquickly. "We have postponed the ceremony until later tonight."
"Perhaps we could return then."
"It would be highly inadvisable." Father Benedict's deep frown plainlyshowed that he was becoming irritated. "The members of our sect aresensitive to visitors. I regret onlookers are not as yet welcome."
_That's telling me in a nice way to mind my own business_, thought Penny.Aloud she said: "I see. Well, later on, perhaps."
Politely, Father Benedict escorted the girls through the cloister. Pennynoted that much of the dirt and debris had been swept away. A beautifullycarved stone stairway, which she had failed to notice upon her previousvisit, led up to a narrow balcony.
Observing that many doors opened from it, she inquired if the dormitorieswere above.
"They are," the monk replied in a brief tone which discouraged furtherquestions.
"It's so still in here," remarked Louise as they walked on. "One neverwould dream many people are staying in the building."
"We lead a quiet life," the monk explained. "For the most part, my peoplespend their time reading or in meditation and prayer."
The three now had reached the front door, and Penny thought she detectedan expression of relief upon Father Benedict's face as he opened it forthem.
"By the way," she remarked, "was anything seriously wrong in the cellar?"
"Oh, no! Nothing at all! Merely a leaking pipe. A plumber will take careof it. Thank you, and good afternoon."
With no show of haste, but very firmly, the monk closed the door in theirfaces.
"Well, how do you like that!" Penny muttered. "I never received asmoother brush-off!"
Snow was melting fast and running in rivers down the brick walk as thegirls sauntered toward the gate. Winkey was nowhere to be seen, butknowing he might be close by, they were careful not to discuss FatherBenedict until they were well beyond the property boundaries.
"Well, I guess this puts an end to your visits here," remarked Louise asthey walked toward the parked car. "Father Benedict seems determined notto let you witness one of the cult ceremonies."
"Which makes me all the more determined to see one!"
"I have a hunch he'll turn you away if you call at the monastery again.Why don't you forget the place, Penny?"
"I should say not! I have an idea--it just came to me!"
"I suppose you'll sneak back at night or something equally as dramatic,"teased Louise.
Penny plucked an icicle from a roadside bush, nibbling at it thoughtfullyas she replied: "Only as a last resort. No, I'll drop in at the newspaperoffice and get Mr. DeWitt, the city editor, to assign me to do a featurestory on the ceremony tonight. If I officially represent the _RiverviewStar_, Father Benedict can't so easily turn me away."
The girls had reached the car. Stowing their skiing equipment, theymotored rapidly toward the city.
"What did you think of Old Julia?" Penny inquired as they neared Louise'shome. "Especially her remark about the canopied bed in the chapel?"
"Whoever heard of a bed of any kind in a chapel?" Louise scoffed. "She'sdizzy, that's all."
"From a map Mr. Eckenrod showed me, I know the chapel is just off thecloister above the crypt," Penny recalled, switching on the windshieldwiper to clear the glass of melting snow. "I suppose it could have beenconverted into a bedroom."
"I don't think her remark meant a thing. She mumbles most of the time."
"True, but the thing I noticed was that she seemed so afraid of FatherBenedict. Do you suppose he abuses her?"
"Oh, Penny! A man of his calling?"
"He's not a real monk. Apparently this cult is only an order that hasbeen in existence a short time. Father Benedict doesn't impress me as avery religious man. Furthermore, all that crystal-glass-gazing businessleads me to think he's more of a charlatan than anything else!"
"Do you think he runs the place to get money?"
"I'm wondering, that's all. We know he accepts very liberal contributionsfrom his converts. Where does the money go?"
"If I were certain he locked us in that room today, I'd believe theworst!" Louise declared as the car stopped in front of the Sidell home.Opening the door to alight, she added: "He put up a good story though. Iguess it must have been an accident."
Penny made no reply.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Louise bade her goodbye. "If you arrangeto see one of the cult ceremonies, be sure to let me know."
The afternoon now was late. Penny drove to the _Riverview Star_ building.Girls who worked in the downstairs business office were leaving for theday, but upstairs the editorial staff was just swinging into action for abusy night.
At the city editor's desk a short wave radio blared routine police calls.Editor DeWitt, an eyeshade pulled low over his eyes, scowled as herapidly scanned copy.
Seeing Penny, he looked up and smiled, which was the signal for her toexplain the purpose of her call.
Going straight to the point, she asked to be assigned a feature story onthe cult ceremony that night in the monastery.
"Think you can get it?" he demanded gruffly.
"Why not?"
"Two of our reporters already have failed. The high monkey-monk out therewon't allow any of our men in the building."
"Then you'd like a story?"
"Sure. We're interested in what's going on out there." Mr. DeWitt slasheda page of corrected copy in half with his long scissors. He dropped onesection onto the floor and the other into the copy basket. "Learnanything worth while out there today?"
"Nothing worthy of print. If you'll assign me to the story I'll go backtonight. I think I can get inside again."
"Okay, give me a ring if you run into anything interesting. Your fatherknow you're going?"
"Well, I haven't told him yet."
"Be sure you do," said Mr. DeWitt, looking her straight in the eyes. "Idon't want to find myself sitting behind the eight ball!"
"Oh, I'll let Dad know," Penny assured him hastily. "I'll do it now."
However, her father was in conference, so after waiting around the officea little while, she decided to talk the matter over with him when he camehom
e for dinner.
In the elevator, leaving the office, Penny ran into Jerry Livingston.Hearing of the assignment, he looked a little worried.
"Think you ought to go out to the monastery alone at night?" he inquired.
"I don't see why not, Jerry."
"I've not met Father Benedict myself," Jerry said, "but one of ourreporters who was out there yesterday, didn't like his appearance. I'llbet a cent your father refuses to let you go."
"I hope not," Penny said anxiously. "I'll put up a big argument."
"What time you leaving?" Jerry asked as the elevator let them out on themain floor.
"Early. Maybe around seven o'clock."
"Well, good luck," Jerry said. "I suppose it's all right, or DeWittwouldn't have given you the assignment."
Parting company with the reporter, Penny stopped briefly at the RiverviewHotel to inquire if Mr. Ayling had returned from Chicago. He had notchecked in.
"Queer he doesn't come after sending that telegram," she thought. "Iwonder what's delaying him?"
Arriving home a few minutes later, Penny heard the sound of pounding asshe entered the kitchen. Mrs. Weems was scraping carrots at the sink.
"Did you have a good time skiing?" the housekeeper inquired.
"Fair." Penny stripped off her mittens and hung them on a radiator."Snow's melting fast today. What's that awful pounding?"
"Jake Cotton finally came. He's building the bookcases in your father'sstudy."
"Oh, yes," recalled Penny. "I thought from the sound the place was beingtorn down!"
After removing her heavy ski suit and putting her skiing equipment away,the girl wandered into the study.
Jake Cotton, a short, wiry old man, was gathering up his toolspreparatory to leaving. Boards of various length were strewn over thecarpet.
"Well, reckon I'll call it a day," he remarked. "It'll take me alltomorrow to finish the job. That is, if I can arrange to get back."
"You have another job?" Penny inquired.
"I've been doing a little work for them folks that moved into themonastery," the carpenter explained. "The man that owns the place payswell, but he's mighty fussy. Wants the work done the minute he says!"
"I suppose a great deal should be done out there, the building is soold."
"It's a wreck!" Jake Cotton said, picking up his tool kit. "A dozenworkmen couldn't put it in liveable shape in two weeks! They want suchtrivial things done too, while they let more important repairs wait."
"For instance?"
"Well, the first job the monks had me do was fix the old freight liftinto the cellar!"
"I didn't know the building had one," said Penny in surprise. "Is it onthe first floor?"
"In the old chapel room off the cloister," Jake explained. "Least, that'swhat I took it to be. They're using it for a bedroom now. I ask you, whatwould any sensible person want with a freight lift in a bedroom?"
"It does seem unusual. Why was it originally installed in the chapel?"
"I heard it was done when the building was built," Mr. Cotton told her."Years ago, they had burial services in the chapel, and caskets werelowered to the crypt below."
"How does the lift operate?"
"It's just a section of flooring that lowers when the machinery is turnedon," the carpenter explained. "With a carpet over the boards, youwouldn't know it was there."
"And for what purpose is it to be used now?"
Mr. Cotton had started for the doorway. Penny trailed him to the frontporch, eager to learn more.
"I couldn't figure out what the new owners aim to do with the lift," thecarpenter replied, pausing on the steps. "Reckon they'll use it to lowerheavy luggage and maybe unwanted furniture into the basement forstorage."
"Did you see the crypt?"
"Didn't get down there. The monk had his own man, a hunchback, oil up themachinery and put it in working order. I only repaired the flooring."
"So the room is used as a bedroom now?"
"Looked that way to me. Leastwise, I saw a big bed in there. One of themold fashioned contraptions with a lot of dust-catching draperies overit."
"Not a canopied bed!"
"Reckon it was," Mr. Cotton answered carelessly. "Well, see you tomorrowif I'm not called back to the monastery to do another rush job! So long!"
Before the startled Penny could ask another question, he hurried off downthe darkening street.