"
"Oh, do you? Well, I'm in no hurry to. I can't seem to do any
business there, or in the automobile place," and he flashed a
meaning look at the girl. "Now we'll see, Miss Cora, who's going to
have their own way. I'm driving this car."
He threw in the second speed gear, and the auto dashed forward
through the city streets.
Had he suddenly gone mad? What was his object? He was heading for
the turnpike road!
For a few moments Cora held her breath. Should she shout for help,
no matter what happened?
Then the fact of her unfortunate entanglement with the missing money
came to her mind.
Should she deliberately place herself in the position of another
entanglement?
Sid Wilcox bent lower over the steering wheel and turned on more
power.
"Paul Hastings rode out with you," he called over his shoulder to
Cora, "and I'm going to ride back with you. Nothing like having a
variety and being a popular young lady."
He was positively insulting.
"You are running away with my car!" exclaimed Cora, stung to
desperation. "I shall have you arrested!"
"Oh, no, you won't!" he sneered. "That would not be at all
pleasant--for you!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Why? Because you might have to explain how that pocketbook got
into your car.
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