“You wonder what, Mrs. Heard?” asked Ruth.
“I wonder what became of those maps and things that Philly was so careful of. If they were in the car——”
“Then Saleratus Joe got ’em,” said Neale promptly.
“No. I don’t believe the politicians who instigated the robbery have obtained what they hoped to find in this car. I—wonder—where—they—are.”
“Not in the gasoline tank, that’s sure,” said Neale. “I looked in it.”
They all laughed at that, and Mrs. Heard abandoned the puzzling subject.
There was nothing to do of importance but to wait for the message from the automobile factory. Neale tried out the car that had been stolen from Mrs. Heard’s nephew and Mrs. Heard herself enjoyed a ride in it. It was a very good car indeed, and beautifully upholstered.
“I know Philly told me he had this car built according to his own plans, and I’ve wondered since if he didn’t have a place built in it in which to hide his private papers,” Mrs. Heard said. “It would be just like him.”
“Oh! wouldn’t that be great?” cried Agnes.
“And then maybe the maps and things are in the car,” Ruth said.