“All right, Uncle Dan’l,” he said heartily. “If there’s anything under the sun I can do to help you I’m going to do it, beginning right now. Come on up to the house and I’ll begin this Sherlock Holmes business by telephoning down the Cape to every town on it till we locate this wild-cat liniment wagon, and then we’ll get after it as fast as the best automobile in Provincetown can take us.”
Chapter XIX
Tracing the Liniment Wagon
To Wellfleet, to Orleans, to Chatham went the telephone call, to Harwichport and then back again to the little towns on the bay side of the Cape, for the wild-cat and its keepers did not follow a straight course in their meanderings. It was some time before Mr. Milford succeeded in locating them. At last he hung up the receiver announcing:
“They showed in Orleans last night all right, but it wasn’t the road to Chatham they took out of there this morning. It was to Brewster. We can easily overtake them somewhere along in that direction and get back home before dark.”
There was one ecstatic moment for Georgina when it was made clear to her that she was included in that “we”; that she was actually to have a share in an automobile chase like the ones that had thrilled her in the movies. But that moment was soon over.
“I hardly know what to do about leaving Mother,” began Uncle Darcy in a troubled voice. “She’s feeling uncommon poorly to-day--she’s in bed and can’t seem to remember anything longer than you’re telling it. Mrs. Saggs came in to sit with her while I was out blueberrying, but she said she couldn’t stay past ten o’clock. She has company coming.”
“Couldn’t you get some of the other neighbors to come in for the few hours you’d be away?” asked Mr. Milford. “It’s important you should follow up this clue yourself.”
“No, Mrs. Saggs is the only one who keeps Mother from fretting when I’m away from her. Her side window looks right into our front yard, and ordinarily it would be enough just for her to call across to her now and then, but it wouldn’t do to-day, Mother not being as well as common. She’d forget where I was gone and I couldn’t bear to have her lying there frightened and worried and not remembering why I had left her alone. She’s like a child at times. _You_ know how it is,” he said, turning to Georgina. “Not flighty, but just needing to be soothed and talked to.”