Nick Carter needed no urging, and his prediction soon was verified.
They had walked only a hundred yards, when they discovered a second piece torn from the veil.
An eighth of a mile brought another; and, after the same distance, a fourth.
“She was in a motor car,” Nick then said decidedly.
“Why do you think so?”
“Because of the distance between these bits of evidence. If in a slow-moving vehicle, a hack, or carriage, she could have torn off a fragment more frequently, and stealthily dropped it.”
“You are right again,” Chick nodded. “She certainly would have done so, moreover.”
“We’ll follow as far as the trail leads, Chick, at all events.”
“I’m with you.”
“It’s not worth while to turn back for our machine,” Nick added. “We can phone for it from some point, if we find it necessary.”