"No, likely an old one returned," was all the information she got.
CHAPTER XXII[ToC]
THE CLEW
"I cannot go another step," sighed the girl with Tavia, just as Morrison passed.
"Hush!" cautioned Tavia. "I would rather die than have him see us! I simply cannot stand the thoughts of it all, and on his account."
They had succeeded in getting behind a huge tree at the side of the path. The man sauntered along and stopped within five feet of them.
The sick girl was cringing with pain. The injured foot became more painful every moment.
"What is he looking for?" whispered Tavia. "If he only——"