“Wait a minute,” urged the officer, seeing that she was determined to carry out her plan. “Let me help you! While you girls get some lunch, I’ll see about obtaining a warrant for Tower’s arrest. And you can telephone your folks at the same time.”
Linda nodded, and pressed the elderly man’s hand gratefully. People were always so good to her—so kind! And, handing him the will for safekeeping, she and Helen rushed off to follow his instructions.
Chapter XIX
A Clew to Follow
After Helen Tower’s outburst of rage and disappointment over losing the money which she had been counting on receiving, she became absolutely silent. Without a word she followed Linda out of the office to a telephone booth, then to a restaurant across the street from the Trust Company’s building. It was an automat, and Linda thought that the novelty of putting nickels into a slot machine to obtain food might divert Helen’s thoughts from her own troubles. Surely a girl who had lived in the country all her life had never seen anything so unusual as this; surely she would be interested. But Helen showed no enthusiasm at all.
“What do you want for your lunch, Helen?” Linda asked.
“I’m not hungry,” replied her companion, listlessly.
“But you must eat, while we have the chance!”
Tears came up into Helen’s eyes.
“I’m a pauper again,” she said, in a melancholy tone. “I can’t even pay for what I eat.”
“Don’t be silly, dear!” urged Linda, with an effort at cheerfulness. “Don’t forget you have five hundred dollars of that prize money—which you earned yourself! And besides, I think we’re going to catch that man.”