"Since the day of the collision—the day when the pocketbook was lost," interrupted jack. "You pumped up a tire just before the race, so that the pocketbook must have been placed there right after the robbery."
"Or loss," added Walter. "Some one may have found the wallet, taken out the money and bonds, and then thrown the empty pocketbook away."
"That some one threw it in a curious place," remarked Elizabeth dryly.
"Indeed, they did," observed Cora. "It looks—"
She hesitated.
"Oh, you might as well say it—before some one else does," put in
Jack. "It looks mighty suspicious, Cora."
There was a vindictive air about him. He seemed to challenge an accusation against his sister.
"I'm sure there was no need to say that," spoke Walter. "It may be a mere—er—"
"Coincidence," finished Cora.
"A queer coincidence," quoth Jack. "Incidentally, some one got the money, all right. We must hurry home and tell Ed."