“And the gypsies? How did they come to that island? Can it be that they truly have a speed boat? Did they run us down? Or was it the young people at the millionaire’s cabin, and Green Eyes?
“Perhaps neither. It may be that the lady cop is right; that someone meant to run her down instead. But who could it be?”
A thought came to her. That day she had seen a speed boat leave Gamblers’ Island. Might there not be reason enough for the gamblers wishing to run down the mystery lady?
“A lady cop. What could be more natural? Gamblers fear detectives.
“But are there gamblers on that island?” Once more she was up against a stone wall. She knew nothing of those who lived on the island. She wished that the lady cop were more communicative.
“Perhaps she will tell me much in time.”
Only one thing stood out clearly. In so far as was possible, Petite Jeanne must be protected from all these uncertainties and strange doings. She must have peace and rest. Great opportunity lay just before her. She must be prepared for it.
As if reading her thoughts, Jeanne suddenly sprang to her feet.
“I wish,” she exclaimed, “that I might practice my part back there in the forest in the moonlight. It would help to make it real.”
“Well, why not?” Florence rose.