Chapter 4
THE LITTLE LOCKED HOUSE
LEAPING out of the sedan, Mr. Piff rushed over to the stalled automobile to offer his services to Mrs. Langley.
“Having trouble?” he inquired, tipping his hat.
“I think a wire must be broken somewhere,” replied Mrs. Langley. “Either that or the fan belt. Oh, dear, I know so little about motors.”
“Allow me,” said Mr. Piff.
He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. But after puttering over the stalled engine for a few minutes, he told Mrs. Langley he was afraid he could not find the trouble.
“Suppose I take you to your destination and send a garageman for your car,” he suggested.
“I should be most grateful! I was on my way home when the car suddenly went dead as I rounded the bend. But won’t it be too much trouble to drop me off?”
“Not at all,” insisted Mr. Piff, escorting the club woman to his own car.
Mrs. Langley knew Miss Gordon and Miss Mohr very well and was pleased to see them again. During the drive to her nearby estate, she chatted gaily of her plans for the coming garden show.