“I detest that man,” said Linda.
“So do I,” agreed Dot.
“Well, this isn’t getting us anywhere,” remarked Linda, with a yawn. “I think a nap would do us good.”
So, wisely acting upon the suggestion, the girls slept until Mr. Chase called at five o’clock for Linda’s check for one thousand dollars for bail.
“Which I hate to have to take,” he said, apologetically. “But I expect to give it back to you soon!”
CHAPTER VII
STOLEN!
Linda and Dot both felt terribly depressed, in spite of their luxurious surroundings. Indeed, both girls had showed more spirit on that deserted island in the Atlantic Ocean, where they had been stranded without any plane during the early summer. When both their food and their water supply were limited, and the chances of survival were small. But now there was nothing to do but wait—wait in this strange, lonely city, where their only friends—Mr. Von Goss and Mr. Chase—had turned out to be enemies. And now Mr. Chase was going away, flying south on important business, so that even he would be lost to them.
“But you will soon be free,” he had said, after he had heard that Linda had wired for Mr. Eckert.
“In time to stop that picture’s being shown, do you think?” inquired Linda. “I understand that the rest of it was completed, and that all that had to be filmed was my double’s part.”
“Yes, I believe that’s what Von Goss said. But surely it won’t be released for a month or so. I shouldn’t worry. You do hate publicity, don’t you?” he asked, sympathetically.