A ROADSIDE MYSTERY.
“Now, what could he be up to?” Roy wondered as they sped on.
“Give it up,” laughed Peggy, “unless he was going rabbit shooting.”
“Rabbit shooting with a pistol—and in June—oh, Peggy, I thought you were more of a sport than that.”
“Well, can you suggest any solution?”
“Frankly—no. But I’ve been forgetting something which the sight of Fanning Harding reminded me of,” and Roy at once plunged into an account of his interview with the banker and his son.
To his great relief Peggy agreed with him that on no account must the aeroplane be turned over to the Hardings, but her mind was sadly troubled, nevertheless, by what her brother told her concerning Simon Harding’s attitude.
“It looks as if he was bent on hounding us,” she sighed.
“It surely does,” agreed Roy, “but look, sis—there’s Doctor Mays’ house off there. You’ll have to make a landing in that field back of the barn.”
Peggy nodded and deftly touched a lever or two. The aeroplane began to descend.