"Maybe I will, later, Polly. I'll enjoy my valuable possession awhile, myself, first."
Iris went around the lawn toward the side door of the house. As she went, she looked curiously at the pin and then stuck it carefully in her shirtwaist frill.
As she neared the side door, she noticed a small motor car standing there. It was empty, and even as she looked, someone came up stealthily behind her, threw a thick, dark cloth over her head, picked her up and lifted her into the little car, and drove rapidly away.
She tried to scream, but a hand was held tightly over her mouth, and try as she would she could make no sound. She felt the familiar curve as they drove through the gateway, and turned off on the road that led away from the village, and Iris realized she was being kidnapped.
CHAPTER X
FLOSSIE
When Iris failed to respond to the summons for dinner, Miss Darrel waited a few moments and then took her own place at the table.
"Go and find Miss Clyde," she said to Agnes; "I do wish people would be prompt at meals, especially when they're guests."
Lucille never allowed any one of her household to forget that she was now mistress of Pellbrook, and she longed for the time when the mystery would be cleared up and she might be left to the possession of her new home.