“No—oh, yes! I’ll tell you something,” and she smiled for the first time. “When that fellow put his hand roughly over my face the second time, one of his fingers got between my lips and I bit down hard on him, so hard that he jerked it away, but he had it back again before I could draw my breath and scream. I know I bit him so hard that it will show.”
The policeman smiled.
“Pretty hard work to find one fellow out of thousands whose finger was bitten.”
“And, besides,” broke in Frank Allen, “they are a long distance from here right now. That car started away mighty fast.”
“What car? Did you see them? Did you get here in time to see them get off in a car?”
The man from police headquarters swung on Frank.
“Yes, we heard the screams and came running here. Just as we came to the rear of the house we heard a car door slam, saw the lights flash on, and the car pulled out from the garage.”
“Where were you when you heard Mrs. Parsons?”
“Out on the river,” answered Frank.
“And you heard her scream from here away out in the river, from the rear of this house to that broad lawn and out there?” questioned the man.