He then passed out an envelope, and Tish, looking bewildered, took it and opened it. It was the next clew, right enough. The password was “Three-toed South American sloth,” and the clew as follows:
“Wives of great men all remind us,
We can make our wives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.”
“That ought not to be difficult,” said Tish. “If only Aggie hadn’t acted like a fool——”
“It’s the cemetery,” I said, “and I go to no cemetery to-night, Tish Carberry.”
“Nonsense!” said Tish briskly. “Time certainly means a clock. I’m just getting the hang of this thing, Lizzie.”
“‘Hang’ may be right before we’re through. And when I think of poor Aggie——”
“Still,” she went on, “sands might be an hourglass. Sands of time, you know.”