"How can they possibly know?" exclaimed Miss Darrel. "How can they tell that they haven't?"
"They must be able to tell, because they were not satisfied with the pins Mr. Pollock took from here."
"Pollock!" cried Iris. "It wasn't Pollock who ran that car to-day."
"No, but it's his affair. He sent the little car for you——"
"How did he know I'd be out there and with the pin in my possession?"
"He's been on the watch, all day, likely. Oh, you don't know the cleverness of a really clever villain. But give me an idea which way you went."
"I have no idea. You see, all the time the shades were up the shawl was over my head, and when she took the shawl off I couldn't see out at all."
"You've no notion what road you traveled?"
"Not a bit, after we left this place. I think they made unnecessary turns, for the car turned around often."
"You see what clever rascals we have to deal with?" grumbled Hughes. "And you recognized no landmarks?"