“Why, Dad, that’s the name of the woman I was taking along the coast. I took her again this afternoon.”
“You did!”
“And today she had a piece of tape on her chin, as if it had been hurt in some way.”
“Humph. Well, my dear, it seems hardly possible that the woman would come herself and try to take your plane.”
“Do you think Dad hit her with some of that shot?” Mrs. Langwell asked quickly.
“I don’t know, Mummy. That piece of tape has been on my mind all afternoon; I couldn’t keep from wondering about it,” Roberta answered, then went on, “She wants me to take her on a trip.”
“Well, we’ll certainly look into the lady’s reputation before you do anything of that kind,” Dad declared positively. “Suppose we take a run down to Howard’s office and talk it over with him—”
“Suppose you come in and eat your dinner before it is spoiled,” Mrs. Langwell interrupted. “You can go later, or telephone him.”
“Guess you’re right,” Dad grinned. “I’m hollow as a bass drum and there is no such desperate rush about the matter.” The startling discovery formed the chief topic of conversation during the meal.
“The name is an unusual one but there may be others in the country,” Mrs. Langwell remarked. “But it does seem odd that it should be her car and that she should have a wound of some kind on her face this morning.”