"No! No!" cried the girl, in terror.
"Why not?" questioned Linda.
"You'll find out," replied the other, mysteriously, closing her eyes in pain.
Linda had no way of guessing what she meant, so she sat waiting in silence until the man returned. Five minutes later he appeared with a tank of gasoline, and a flask of brandy, which he gave to his wife to drink.
"We're ready to go now, Linda," he announced. "You can help me carry Susie over to your Bug."
Again Linda started violently at the mention of her own name.
"Do you really know me?" she asked.
"Sure we do! You're Linda Carlton. Think you're about the smartest thing there is in the air today. Bought one of them new-fangled bugs. Ain't that right?"
"Partly," admitted Linda, wincing at the slur in his remark. "But how could you possibly know?"