“But everybody thinks the maps were in that package he put in the car before he ran across the street to get a bite of lunch. And I’m pretty sure that he isn’t worried all that much over the stealing of his car. Though goodness knows when he can ever afford to buy another. The salary of surveyor in this county isn’t a fortune.
“So, there it is,” said Mrs. Heard. “The car’s gone, and I guess the maps and data are gone with it. Somebody, of course, hired the two scamps that took it to do the trick——”
“Oh, were there two?” asked Neale, who had been running the car slowly again in order to listen.
“Yes. They were seen; but nobody supposed they were stealing the car, of course.”
“What kind of men were they? How did they look?” asked Agnes.
“What do you want to know for, Miss Detective?” chuckled Neale.
“So as to be on the watch for them. If I see one of them about our car, I shall make a disturbance,” announced the beauty, with decision.
“I don’t know much about them,” admitted Mrs. Heard, laughing with the others over Agnes’ statement. “But one was a young man with a fancy band on his straw hat and yellow freckles on his face. I believe he had a little mustache. But he might shave that,” she added, reflectively.
“And change the band on his hat,” whispered Neale to Agnes, his eyes dancing.
“Never mind about his hat-band, Neale O’Neil!” cried Agnes, standing up suddenly in a most disconcerting way. “What is that ahead?”