Jack entered the corridor. His handsome, dark face was tanned to a deep brown, and he looked different. Had he news?
"Where is Mr. Rand?" he asked.
"Just calling to the garage," said Belle, a note of question in her answer.
"Well, girls, we have found something. We have found Cora's gloves!"
"Oh, where?" It was a chorus.
"On the road to Sharon. I found one—Ed the other."
He took from his pocket the gloves. They were not very much soiled, and had evidently only lain in the road a short time.
"They are the ones she wore the night of the ball, when she disappeared," said Belle, looking at them carefully.
"Then we will take that road and search every inch of it," declared Bess, also inspecting the gloves. "The dear old things!" and she actually pressed them to her lips. "I feel as if you had brought us a message from Cora."
"Those gloves have never been out of doors a week," said Jack seriously. "They have been carried there—placed there—just to throw us off the track. We will start out in the opposite direction."