It made him smile, the eye he turned on her showed a quizzical amusement:
"You're almost talking like an accomplice, Mrs. Price." But he quickly grew grave as he met her tragic glance. "Pardon me, I shouldn't have said that, but the fact is, with the climax in sight, I'm a bit on edge myself." Then with a brusque change of tone, "Do you know this section of Long Island?"
"Yes, well—I've driven over it often."
"Am I right in thinking there are numbers of roads leading from the Cresson Turnpike?"
"Lots of them, to the Sound and inland."
"Umph!" he threw the letter on the desk and sat down, "I don't think you need worry about their getting away. Now we must settle this up and then I'll go out and have the ad inserted. We've got to hustle—they've only given us a little over twenty-four hours."
She looked dazedly at him and murmured:
"What have we got to do?"
"Why—" he was very gentle as to a stupid and bewildered child—"we have to arrange about this car—our car, the one that gets the signal."
"We can hire it, can't we?"