“But who was she?”
“A mystery of the road,” put in Ed.
“Pretty?” Norton wanted to know, quickly.
“Pretty–pretty,” echoed Jack. “Really all she told us was that she had been working in an office, had become tired of it and was traveling about as a sort of vacation.”
“Did she look as though that might be the case?” asked Walter.
“Eminently so, my august cross-questioner,” answered Jack. “And that’s all I’m going to say. I’m dead tired. See you later,” and he went to his room.
“Who do you suppose that girl could have been?” asked Bess of Cora a little later, as they were putting up their hair for the night.
“I haven’t the least idea.”
“Why, how queer. I thought you did have!” and Bess looked at Cora in rather a searching manner.
“No. Why should I?”