CHAPTER XII
INTERVIEWING CARLOS
Strolling into the patio with Eleanor next morning, Miss Martha Carroll was treated to a surprise. Passing one of the rustic seats set at intervals about the patio, her eyes chanced to come to rest on an astonishingly familiar object. It was nothing more nor less than a fat, red-covered volume lying on the seat before which she had paused in sheer amazement.
“Why—where——” she stammered, adjusting her eye-glasses and staring hard at the gilt-lettered title, “The Interrupted Quest,” which conspicuously adorned the book’s front cover.
“This is really amazing!” she exclaimed, addressing Eleanor, who had halted beside her.
“What is it, Miss Martha?”
Eleanor looked wonderingly curious. She had not the remotest idea of the cause of Miss Martha’s agitation.
“This is the book that disappeared from the beach yesterday morning,” emphasized Miss Carroll. “How, I should like to know, does it happen to be here?”
“Why!” Eleanor’s blue eyes grew round with surprise. “That’s queer, isn’t it?”