"Keep still?" ordered that young lady. And then to the housemaid: "We'll take up the man with the big boot in a minute, Lizzie. Now then, you gave the other one the garage key, I s'pose?"
Lizzie snorted. "That I didn't, miss. I took the key off the hook and walked out to the garage with him. Mr. Dixon wouldn't be thankin' me to let strange men fool round in the garage by theirselves!"
"Then how in thunder did they cop the license plates without your seeing them?" exploded Bill.
"Do shut up and let me talk!" Dorothy stamped her foot impatiently. "Now, Lizzie, what happened next?"
"Well, miss, I unlocked the doors and he started tinkerin' with the engine of the Packard there. Then all of a sudden he went out to the other car and spoke to somebody inside."
"What car was that?"
"The one he'd drove up in. It was parked out on the drive where the young gentleman has his'n now."
"Another Packard, was it?"
"I couldn't say, miss. I didn't pay much attention to it, except that it was a closed car--and there was a man and a woman in back."
Dorothy exchanged glances with Bill. "And then?"