"Here's one missing, there's another," he cried excitedly. "By
Jove, it can't be mere coincidence. There's one that is worn--
another broken. They correspond. Yes, that MUST be the same car,
in each case. And if it was the stolen car, then it was
Warrington's own car that was used in pursuing him and in almost
making away with him!"




CHAPTER VIII

THE EXPLANATION


We had not noticed a car which had stopped just past us and
Garrick was surprised at hearing his own name called.

We looked up from contemplating the discovery he had made in the
road, to see Miss Winslow waving to us. She had motored down from
Tuxedo immediately after receiving the message over the telephone,
and with her keen eye had picked out both the place of the
accident and ourselves studying it.

As we approached, I could see that she was much more pale than
usual. Evidently her anxiety for Warrington was thoroughly
genuine. The slanderous letter had not shaken her faith in him,
yet.