Seeing the festooning of the Whirlwind, the driver of the smaller car slackened up, then, seeing further who the occupants of the floral car were, Rob Roland drew up to speak to Cora.
"He has just come from the antique shop," whispered Clip, "and I am afraid we are too late, Cora."
But Cora spoke cheerily to the young men, exchanging pleasantries about the auto show, and remarking that they should have been in Breakwater to see it.
"Oh, we have had our own show this morning," said Rob triumphantly. "I guess the motor girls are not such expert detectives as they have thought themselves to be."
This seemed to be aimed directly at Clip. She only laughed merrily, however, as the Whirlwind shot out of reach of the young man's voice.
"What do you suppose he meant?" she asked Cora.
"We will soon know," replied the other. "It is about the table, of course."
They pulled up to the narrow sidewalk. Cora was not slow in leaving her car. Clip was with her on the walk directly.
As they pulled off, their gloves they stopped for a moment in front of the dingy window.
Cora drew back.