"Still angry," he taunted. "Now, I call that mean. Why do you go off riding with a common mechanic?"
"Mr. Hastings is a gentleman!" she flared back at him, like an explosion of one of the cylinders of her car. "He would never dream of acting as you are now, even if he is a common mechanic."
"No?"
His tone was tantalizing.
"Please turn this corner," she said icily. "I want to get back to the bank building."
"Oh, do you? Well, I'm in no hurry to. I can't seem to do any business there, or in the automobile place," and he flashed a meaning look at the girl. "Now we'll see, Miss Cora, who's going to have their own way. I'm driving this car."
He threw in the second speed gear, and the auto dashed forward through the city streets.
Had he suddenly gone mad? What was his object? He was heading for the turnpike road!
For a few moments Cora held her breath. Should she shout for help, no matter what happened?
Then the fact of her unfortunate entanglement with the missing money came to her mind.