"More likely some unnatural person did it," spoke Jack quickly. "Yet
who in the world would do it? If I had seen--"
He stopped suddenly, leaving the sentence unfinished.
"And it was on top of the pump and jack," mused Cora, after a quick
look at her brother. "I haven't used the pump since--let me see--"
"Since the day of the collision--the day when the pocketbook was
lost," interrupted jack. "You pumped up a tire just before the race,
so that the pocketbook must have been placed there right after the
robbery."
"Or loss," added Walter. "Some one may have found the wallet, taken
out the money and bonds, and then thrown the empty pocketbook away."
"That some one threw it in a curious place," remarked Elizabeth
dryly.
"Indeed, they did," observed Cora. "It looks--"
She hesitated.
"Oh, you might as well say it--before some one else does," put in
Jack. "It looks mighty suspicious, Cora."
There was a vindictive air about him. He seemed to challenge an
accusation against his sister.
"I'm sure there was no need to say that," spoke Walter. "It may be
a mere--er--"
"Coincidence," finished Cora.
"A queer coincidence," quoth Jack. "Incidentally, some one got the
money, all right.
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