"We are prepared to answer when the case is called," he said. "But it seems to me, Robinson, you went a long way for detectives. Did not the motor girls also tell you that they met me on the road to Breakwater two days ago?"
"Judge, I demand those papers!" called Mr. Robinson. "This fellow does not deny he took them."
"When the ladies leave the room," said the judge quietly, with that courteous manner that made Clip want to run up to him and throw her arms about his neck, "we may discuss this further. We are indebted to the young motor girl for her identification."
When Clip took Mrs. Salvey out they went directly to the Kimball home, nor were they now afraid of being followed by the threatening and insulting Rob Roland.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE MOTOR GIRLS ON THE WATCH
Cora Kimball was turning away from the antique shop as indifferently as if nothing there interested her. The other girls looked at her aghast.
Bess could scarcely be motioned to silence, for the "little mahogany man" came to close the door of the tonneau, incidentally to look over his customers.
"If you come again in a day or so," he said to Cora, "I will have tables," and he rolled his eyes as if the tables were to come from no less a place than heaven itself. "Oh, such tables!"
"I may," replied Cora vaguely. "But I fancy I may have a seaman's table made. I would not be particular about an original."