“Of course not,” said Mrs. Knapp. “But you might have guessed that I got my summons after you left, this evening. I should have spoken to you then if I had known. I was near coming to an explanation, as it was.”
“There are a good many things I haven't guessed,” I confessed.
“But,” she continued, returning to the map, “this gives a different place. I was to go to the cross-road here,”—indicating the mark at the last branch.
“I'm glad to hear that,” said I, taking out the diagram I had found in the citadel of the enemy. “This seems to point to a different place, too, and I really hope that the gentleman who drew this map is a good way off from the truth.”
“Where did you get this?” exclaimed Mrs. Knapp.
I described the circumstances in as few words as I could command.
“They are ahead of us,” she said in alarm.
“They have started first, I suppose,” was my suggestion.
“And they have the right road.”
“Then our only hope is that they may not know the right place.”