Cora drove her car close in and the keeper of the garage came out and unfastened the rope that bound the two machines.
“I can’t thank you young ladies enough,” Mr. Morley said gratefully, as he shook hands with them. “I only hope the time will come when I can repay the favor.”
“Are you feeling all right now?” asked Cora, as she got ready to throw in the clutch.
“Nothing worse than a headache. You’re a first-class doctor,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye.
Cora laughed.
“Don’t tell any one,” she admonished. “It might get me into trouble. You know, I haven’t a license to practise in this state.”
CHAPTER III
THE MISSING PURSE
“What queer things that man said about himself,” remarked Belle, as she settled back in her seat.
“I was wild to have him go on,” replied her sister. “I’m sure he’s got a romance or a mystery of some kind in his life.”
“Did you see how suddenly he checked himself when he started to talk about that girl?” asked Cora.