I heard last night that they were going to have
another investigation on new lines."
"How dare you!" she cried. "But that has nothing to do with this.
If you do not stop my car at once I shall call for help!"
"I dare you to!"
Did he know that she would not?
"Now, Cora, Cora," he simpered. "You must not do anything rash.
Better let me have my little ride with you, and incidentally get
ahead of my conceited rival, Paul Hastings. He may ride back in the
car he is to drive across country, for he has probably done me out
of that place. It will be a good chance for him to practice."
Sid's audacity was positively startling. Perhaps it would be best
to let him have his own way. In fact, how could she help herself? He
had the wheel, and was going at a fast rate of speed. She could not
climb over to a front seat from the tonneau. If she should shout,
who would hear her above the noise of the car? For Sid in mere
spitefulness had cut out the muffler.
Cora sank back in utter disgust and despair. What ever would Paul
Hastings think of her? What would Walter Pennington say? Whoever saw
her, it would make talk. Besides, Paul had come to New City in his
shop clothes concealed under his duster, a fitting enough suit in
which to ride in an auto, but not if he had to go back in the train.
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