Turning to Jack, he said in an undertone:
“How does this plan suit you? You take our car and go ahead, and I’ll follow with Crowell in the girls’ car. I’ll make him drive, and I’ll see that he doesn’t get away with anything!”
“Fine!” agreed Jack. “Triumphal march! For us, at least. But if I were in his shoes, I think I’d rather face jail than that old lady, judging from what I’ve heard of her.”
“So I’m thinking!” laughed John. “And Jack, old man!” he added, placing his hand affectionately upon his chum’s shoulder, “you sure are some driver!”
CONFESSIONS.
CHAPTER XXII
CONFESSIONS.
When Mrs. Hart and the two girls returned to Miss Vaughn’s palacial home, they found the old lady alone. Her nephews, she explained, had gone off on a camping trip, in Milton’s car.
“In what direction did they go?” asked Marjorie, suspiciously.
“I hardly know,” replied her hostess. “They didn’t leave any address—or tell me when they would be back again. Now tell me all about your own experience.”