“It was committed about a week ago, at three o’clock in the afternoon,” said Weston. “Mrs. Badger and her sister, Madame Victoria, were returning from Canton to Brookline. When in a lonely section of a road that leads through a considerable belt of woods, they rounded a sharp curve and came suddenly upon a large automobile standing at an angle across the road. A man appeared to be fixing some break in the works, and was crouching beside it, while a woman stood near-by in the road, apparently watching him.”
“Were they the only occupants of that car?”
“Yes, as the picture indicates. They were, too, the only persons in sight in either direction.”
“The machine appears to be a Winton.”
“That’s what it was, Nick, for Mrs. Badger noticed it.”
“Go on,” nodded Nick. “What more?”
“Naturally Mrs. Badger slowed down, nearly stopping, for the road was almost completely blocked by the other car,” continued Weston. “Then the veiled woman seen in the picture suddenly stepped forward, leveled a revolver, and commanded Mrs. Badger not to start her auto without permission.”
“H’m!” exclaimed Nick. “That was bold, indeed.”
“At the same moment the man, who was seen to be masked, sprang up and approached the two startled women, and commanded them to hand over their jewelry and money, and to be very lively about it.”
“Which they did?”