The number on the license plates had been given to the police and constables, but it would have been a comparatively easy matter for the thieves to change the number or rub oil on and let dust accumulate until it would have been all but indecipherable. Then, too, persons seldom notice the number on a car unless there has been some accident.
“It just seems to have disappeared,” declared Cora at the close of the day, when a long tour and many inquiries had resulted in nothing. “I just wish I had hold of those two fellows!”
“It is provoking,” agreed Belle. “Let’s stop at the tea room and see if they’ve heard anything more there.”
The girl at the cash register, the young lady manager, and the colored maid who had waited on them before greeted the three pretty chums smilingly as they again entered the pleasant tea room of Ye Olde Spinning Wheel.
“Were your tickets for the play all right?” asked Cora as the manager stepped over to inquire if everything was to their liking.
“I haven’t used them yet. They are for this week Friday. Oh! I’m sure they’re all right. Some of my friends bought tickets from the same fellows for the same night and they are next mine.”
“Those chaps must have planned for a regular theatre party,” observed Belle.
“Have you had any trace of your car yet?” the cashier asked, as Cora went up to pay the check.
“No, I’m sorry to say, I haven’t.”
“If you don’t get it soon, Cora,” said Belle, “you’d better plan to use ours to go to Camp Surprise.”