“Very good!” he said. “You will have no objection to being attended, to make sure you don’t stray off too far, you know?”
“None whatever, if the attendant remains at a reasonable distance.”
He bowed and stood aside.
“You may come,” he said.
“Is the locality familiar?” Elaine asked, when they were some distance from the house.
Davila shook her head. “It is south of Hampton, I think, but I can’t give any reason for my impression. The car was running very rapidly; we were, I reckon, almost two hours on the way, but we can’t be more than fifty miles away.”
“If they came direct—but if they circled, we could be much less,” Elaine observed.
“It’s a pity we didn’t think to drop something from the car to inform our friends which way to look for us.”
“I did,” said Elaine. “I tossed out a handkerchief and a glove a short distance from Hampton—just as I struck that fellow. The difficulty is, there isn’t any assurance we kept to that road. Like as not, we started north and ended east or south of town. What is this house, a fishing club?” 296
“I rather think so. There is a small wharf, and a board-walk down to the Bay, and the house itself is one story and spread-out, so to speak.”