"I'm--I'm all right now," she declared as she tried to stand
upright.

"Better get in the car and sit down," advised Jack.

She assented, and rather limply got into the tonneau of her machine.
She drank some more water, and presently was herself again.

"How silly of me to nearly faint," she said with a wan smile. "But
when I saw the pocketbook--empty--it was enough--"

"I should say so," interrupted Belle. "Who would ever have thought
of finding it in your toolbox, Cora?"

The words seemed fraught with strange import.

"Was it really in the tool-box, Walter?" Cora asked.

"On top of the tire pump and the lifting-jack," replied Walter.

"And empty--that's the queer part of it," commented Belle. "I guess
that's what shocked you as much as anything, Cora. Now, if it had
had the twenty thousand dollars in it--"

"It's strange that the wallet should have been there--in my
tool-box--at all," murmured Cora.

"It certainly is," added Jack. "What can it mean--to find it in
Cora's car?"