The “Comet’s” motor engine was now working busily.
“I think we had better be getting on,” continued the detective. “I’ll take the lead and you can follow.”
In a few minutes he was moving down the road in his racing car, the red car following behind.
“I think you should have told him, Feargus,” said Billie in a low voice. “He was very kind to us, and perhaps he might have found a clew through those people. Who knows?”
“Don’t you think it would have been rather unkind to involve those people in a lot of trouble?” replied Feargus.
“I don’t see why they would have been involved!” exclaimed Nancy.
“Why, they would probably have been arrested and taken to the next town as suspicious characters,” pursued Feargus.
The excuse seemed rather far-fetched, Billie thought, but then Feargus had a great sympathy for poor people and perhaps it would not have done any good to send the detective down into the little quiet dell to destroy the peace of the wanderers, as Feargus had called them.
What would she have said, if she had known that their young Irish courier left the hotel that night at bedtime on a horse hired in the village and did not return until near dawn?