“Then it doesn’t indicate a struggle or anything,” Terry remarked. “I guess it wasn’t important, anyway.”
“Tania will be safer here than anywhere else, and she hates the rain so,” Sim said in fixing little things for the lonely dog’s comfort.
They left the Merry Jane again, much the same as they had found her, and returned to “Buckingham Palace,” finally deciding to tell Chief Reilly if they did not hear from Dimitri by noon.
They were about to drive to town to deliver their doleful message when the sound of a car coming down the muddy road filled them with sudden hope.
Surely this was Dimitri coming back safe and sound! If only it could be——
“Oh, gosh!” Sim exclaimed. “I’m glad he’s back! I was so worried.”
“Me, too!” said Terry ungrammatically.
They waited at the back gate and watched the splashing approach of the car. Mud-stained as it was, they could still distinguish the color. A green roadster!
It came to a sudden stop with screeching of brakes, and the door, with grimy side curtains attached, was swung open.
Then they could see that the dark Olga was behind the wheel, hesitating before putting a black satin shoe on the muddy ground as she prepared to step out.