“Simply, Chick, because this bit of lace shows that it was deliberately torn from one corner of the veil. It is torn in two directions.”
“I see.”
“Plainly, then, the girl herself tore it off,” Nick continued. “No one else would have done it. Nor would she, Chick, unless she had discovered her perilous situation.”
“Surely not,” Chick now declared. “I see the point.”
“She contrived to tear it off without being detected, however, and then dropped it in the road.”
“To show to searchers in which direction she was being carried.”
“Exactly.”
“By Jove, you are right,” Chick cried approvingly. “It is, indeed, a pleasure to serve such a girl.”
“This is not all,” Nick added. “Take it from me, Chick, we shall find another scrap of veil before going vary far. Since she was thoughtful enough to drop one scrap, and able to accomplish it without being detected, she would not stop with that. We shall, unless I am much mistaken, find others along the road.”
“The trail of the blue veil,” cried Chick. “That would show us the way. Let’s hurry on.”