"I will—in my hat!" answered Parks, starting off on a run.
"Here's a cup," called Elizabeth, producing a collapsible one from a pocket in the tonneau of the touring car.
The lad took it, and came hurrying back with it half full of liquid, having spilled the rest on his hasty trip. Jack managed to get a little between Cora's lips, and it revived her. She opened her eyes, noted that Walter was holding her, and her face flushed slightly.
"I'm—I'm all right now," she declared as she tried to stand upright.
"Better get in the car and sit down," advised Jack.
She assented, and rather limply got into the tonneau of her machine.
She drank some more water, and presently was herself again.
"How silly of me to nearly faint," she said with a wan smile. "But when I saw the pocketbook—empty—it was enough—"
"I should say so," interrupted Belle. "Who would ever have thought of finding it in your toolbox, Cora?"
The words seemed fraught with strange import.
"Was it really in the tool-box, Walter?" Cora asked.