“Take a chance, Briggs. Give her more gas. We’ve got to get there.”
With all their speed, however, it was four o’clock when they reached Sherwood. Towne was still in the clothes he had worn on the links. He had not eaten since breakfast. He felt the strain.
He stormed up the terrace, where once he had climbed in the snow. He rang the bell. It whirred and whirred again in the silence. The house was empty.
CHAPTER XXVIII
IN THE PINE GROVE
It was on the way home that Jane had said to Baldy: “I feel like a selfish pig.”
“Why, my dear?”
“To take your precious prize before it is cold. It doesn’t seem right.”
“It isn’t a question of right or wrong. If things turn out with these new people as I hope, I’ll be painting like mad for the next two months. And you’ll have your work cut out for you as my model. They like you, Jane. They said so.”