“We may as well return home,” he said at last.
“By this time, the police may have found Veve,” said Connie’s mother. She spoke as cheerfully as she could because Mrs. McGuire looked as if she were about to cry.
“Let’s go back as quickly as we can,” agreed Mrs. McGuire.
Soon the car turned down the familiar, winding street, but Connie saw that the McGuire house was dark. Veve’s grandmother had not returned. Veve couldn’t be home either, or the lights would have been turned on.
When Mrs. McGuire looked at the dark windows, she began to cry. She couldn’t help it because she was so very worried. Connie’s mother held her arm as she helped her from the car.
“Now we’ll soon find Veve,” she reassured her. “Do come in while I telephone the police station. They may have news for us.”
Mrs. McGuire started with Mrs. Williams into the house. Connie intended to go with them, but as she cut across the yard past the half-melted snowman, she noticed a car coming slowly down the street.
At first she couldn’t even guess at its color because of the darkness.
However, the automobile looked very much like the one that had carried Veve away.
“Oh, Mother!” she cried. “See that car! I think it may be the one!”