“Get into mine. Throw out my ulster and cap. Leave it at the gates. Take yourself off as fast as you can.”
“But——”
“Do as I tell you. Leave it in the shade where it won’t be noticed. Here we are. Jump out.”
CHAPTER XXV
As she parked the car under an oak she heard Polly’s swift roadster approaching. She darted into the heavier shade of the avenue, but that figure in its long dark cape looked ominous to two girls alone on a deserted road at night. Polly put on her brakes and brought her car to a protesting halt. She cried out sharply:
“Who’s there? I—I’ve got an automatic.”
Gita was in no laughing mood, but she heard herself giggling.
“It’s Gita!” exclaimed Elsie. “And that’s Geoffrey’s car.”
“I’m in for it!” She sighed. “And I’d have given my immortal soul to be alone tonight.”
She came out into the road. “Yes, it’s I. Been taking an airing.”