“How can we? How can we find her?”
“A red barn with a silo and two fallen trees. Think of it! Did you ever see a place like that 145 when you have been riding about the country?”
“I—nev-er—did!” and Jessie shook her head despondently.
“But there must be such a place. It surely is not a hoax,” said Amy, although at first she had thought it was a joke. “And there is another thing to mark, Jess.”
“What is that?”
“The place where this girl is kept a prisoner has a broadcasting station. You can’t talk into a radio set like this. There has to be electric power and a generator, and all that—such as Mark Stratford showed us there at Stratfordtown.”
“Of course.”
“Then don’t you think, Jessie, the fact that it is a broadcasting plant where the girl is imprisoned must narrow the inquiry a good deal?”
“How clever you are, dear,” declared Jessie. “But a red barn with a silo and two fallen trees! Why, Amy! we don’t know in which direction to look. Whether to the north, south, east or west!”
“No-o. I suppose––Oh, wait, Jess!” cried the excited Amy. “We don’t really know where those women took that girl we saw carried off. They drove out the boulevard as far as we could see them. But, do you remember, we met that Mrs. Bothwell again in the big French car that very evening?”