"It's hard to say where any person in an auto is going," replied
Paul pleasantly, "and sometimes almost as hard to say when they'll
get there."
"That young man on the right is the one who recently lost twenty
thousand dollars," observed the girl as she changed to second speed
to take a troublesome little hill.
"So I understand. And wasn't there some mystery connected with it?"
"Indeed, there was. You know, they found the empty wallet in the
tool-box of my car."
"Yes, so I heard. Quite remarkable. But can't the detectives find
out who stole the money and hid the pocketbook there?"
Cora was grateful for the neat way he put that, to avoid referring
to the suspicions that had been cast on her and on her friends.
"The police don't appear able to do anything," was her answer. "It
does seem very strange."
"Have they inquired of all the people who were on hand at the time
of the robbery--or loss--when, I understand, it was very likely that
the empty wallet was put in your tool-box?"
"Oh, yes, they have questioned all of us--and I can tell you that
they were not any too polite about it, either. I thought I would
never get over their quizzing."
"Well, I suppose they have to be sharp," remarked Paul.
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