“Yes—in his car.”
“And isn’t Vaughn with him?” asked the boys’ aunt.
They all looked up expectantly as the young man entered the room. He appeared rather embarrassed at the presence of the girls, but greeted his aunt with his customary kiss.
“Have a nice time?” asked Miss Vaughn.
“Yes—yes—fine,” he stammered.
“Where’s Vaughn?”
“Why—er—he’ll be along some time later, I expect. He went off fishing with a bunch of fellows, and didn’t know just how long he’d be gone.”
“Aren’t you surprised to see the girls again?” questioned his aunt.
“Why—yes, of course. What—er—happened? Not bandits—?”
“Our car was in a garage for the night, and was stolen from there,” replied Marjorie, watching the young man narrowly to see what the news would mean to him. But if he was pleased at the idea of keeping all that money for himself and his brother, he did not allow his expression to betray him.