"Not at all," he said heartily. "I want you to come."
"How about avoiding him on the train? We don't want him to know we're his fellow-travellers."
"Oh, no. He'll get aboard at the station here. I have a machine to take me—and you, of course—to Larrimore, the station seven miles out. They'll flag the train. We'll get into a stateroom and stay there; have our meals served right there. You see, we don't get into Washington until dark tomorrow night."
"Yes; I see. The scheme's all right."
They were silent for several minutes.
"I've been thinking," said Bristow, "about Mrs. Withers having kept all her jewelry in the bungalow—unprotected, you know—nobody but her sister and herself there. It was risky."
"Yes," agreed Braceway. "What do you get from that?"
"Perhaps she was waiting—knew demands for money might come at any time—and was afraid to be caught without them."
"Exactly. That's the way I figured it."
They were silent again.