 Chapter 22 of the Motor Girl's Honour Tour. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 22. The Children's Court. Judge Cowes was a gentleman of what is called the old-fashioned type. He was always gentle in spite of the difficult human questions he was constantly called upon to decide, and which necessarily could not always be decided to suit both parties involved in the legal dispute. But when Mrs Selby walked into his room and took a seat beside Cecilia Thea, he started up in surprise. He had known Mrs Selby long ago when she lived by the sea with her father-in-law Captain Selby. Many a time had Judge Cowes ridden in the little boat that the captain took such pride in demonstrating, for the boat was rigged up in an original way, and the captain was choice about his companions. Why, Mrs Selby, he exclaimed, with the most cordial voice, I am surprised to see you. Mrs Selby bowed, but did not trust herself to speak. She felt humiliated, wronged, and was now conscious of that deeper pang, stifle justice. Judge Cowes would be fair, and she would be brave. Cecilia, young and inexperienced as she was, felt a glad surprise in the words of the judge. If he knew Mrs Selby, he must know her to be a good mother. A man of extremely nervous type, who continually rattled and fussed with the type written pages he held in his hand, represented the children's society. Evidently he had prepared quite an argument, Cecilia thought. Close to him sat Rob Rowland, and the stout man whom the motor-girls had met on the road after the robbery at the mail bag. Cecilia recognised him at once, and he had the audacity to bow slightly to her. There were one or two young fellows down in the corner of the room, sitting so idly and so flagrantly unconcerned, that Cecilia knew they must be newspaper men. Time enough for them to show interest, when anything interesting occurred. The case just disposed of, that of a small boy who had been accused of violating the curfew law, was settled with a reprimand. And as the crestfallen little chap slouched past Cecilia, she could not resist the temptation of putting out her hand and tugging pleasantly at his coat's sleeve. You'll be a good boy now, she said, with her most powerful smile. But the agent of the children's society, he, with the threatening papers in his hand, called to the void to sit down, and the tone of voice heard Cecilia more than their insolent look turned fully upon her by Rob Rowland. The judge was ready for the next case, it was that of the children's society against Mrs Selby. Cecilia could hear the hum from the newspaper corner cease. She saw Mr Reed, he, of Rowland, Reed and Company, and the same man who had just bound to her, take some papers from his pocket. Then the judge announced that he was ready to hear the case. This woman, your honour, begun the nervous man, is charged with willfully neglecting her child in the matter of withholding the child from relatives who have for years been both supporting and rendering to the child necessary medical aid. Mrs Selby's face flushed scarlet. Cecilia was almost upon her feet, but the others seemed to take the matter as the most ordinary occurrence, and seemed scarcely interested. This child, went on the aged, is a cripple, a game Cecilia wanted to shout, and mentally deficient. That is false, cried Mrs Selby, she is mentally brilliant. One minute, madam, said the judge gently. To prove that the child has hallucinations pursued the man, reading from his papers. I would like to state that for some years she has kept a book, called A Promised Book. In this, she collected the names of all the persons she could induce to put them down, claiming that when the right person should sign, she would recover some old, imaginary piece of furniture. Which, she claimed, held the spirit of her departed grandfather. The man stopped to smile at his own wit. Cecilia and Mrs Selby were too surprised to breathe. They both wanted to swallow every breath of air in the room at one gulp. And the specific charge asked the judge, showing some impatience. Well, Your Honor, we contend that a mother who will willfully take such a child away from medical care, and hide her away from those who are qualified to care for her, must be criminally negligent. The judge raised his head in that careful manner, characteristic of serious thought. And what do you ask, he inquired. Cecilia thought she or Mrs Selby would never get a chance to speak, to deny those dreadful accusations. We ask, Your Honor, and the man's voice betrayed confidence, that this child be turned over to the children's society. We will report to the court, and make any desired arrangements to satisfy the mother. Turn Wren over to a public society. This, then, was the motive. Those Rowlands wanted to get the little one away from her own mother. Mrs Selby called the judge, and the white-faced woman stood up. As she did so, Mr Reed, the lawyer, advanced to a seat quite close to that occupied by the judge. Rob Rowan shifted about with poorly hidden anxiety. You have heard the charge, said the judge, very slowly. We will be pleased to hear you answer. One minute, Your Honor, interrupted lawyer Reed. We wished to add, that on the day that a doctor had decided upon a hospital operation for the child, the child was secretly smuggled off in an automobile by a young girl and a young sporting character at this town. Had Cecilia Thea ever been in a courtroom before, she might have known that lawyers resort to all sorts of tricks to confuse and even anger witnesses. But, as it was, she only felt that something had hit her, a blow that strikes the heart and threatens some dreadful thing. The next moment the blood rushed to her cheeks, relieved that pressure, and she was ready, even for such an insulting charge. Mrs Selby was again called, and this time she was not interrupted. She told, in a straightforward manner, of the illness of her little girl, of her own difficulty in obtaining sufficient money to have the child treated medically. And of how her husband's cousin, Wilbur Rowan, senior member of the firm of Rowan, Reed and Company, had come forward and offered her assistance. Then why, asked the judge, did you take the child away? Mrs Selby looked at Cecilia. Lawyer Reed was on his feet and ready to interrupt, but the judge motioned him to silence. I took her away because I feared the treatment was not what she needed, and I had others offered, replied Mrs Selby. Other medical treatment, asked the judge. Yes, answered the mother. Then she is being cared for, and Judge Cowles looked sharply at the children's agent. Most decidedly answered Mrs Selby with emphasis. And not only is she better, but can now stand. She has not been able to do that in ten years. It's a lie, shouted Rob Rowan, so angered as to forget himself entirely. She is a hopeless cripple. Have you any witness, asked the attorney of Mrs Selby, while the judge frowned at Rob, and warned him to be careful, or he might be fine for contempt of court. The mother turned to Cecilia. This young girl can corroborate my statement, she answered. As Cecilia stood up, the reporters actually left their places, and very quietly glided up to the seats near the trembling girl. Would they make a scandal of it, she was thinking. That Lawyer's remark about Jack Kimball. Your name, asked the judge. She replied in a steady voice. And your occupation? Cecilia hesitated. She was not ready to make public the ambition she had so earnestly worked for. A student, she replied finally. Of what? asked Rob Rowan. Young man, said the judge sternly. I am hearing this case, and any further discourtesy from you will be considered as contempt. The youth smiled ironically. He was already accustomed to such usage, and did not mind it in the least, if only he could gain his point, but this time he had failed. You know the child, Wren Selby, asked the judge. Yes, I have been in close attendance upon her for some weeks, replied Cecilia. And you can state that she is improved in health, since leaving her mother's house. Very much improved. If she had not lost a very dear treasure, over which she grieves, I believe she would be almost well soon. Cecilia looked very young and very pretty. She spoke with the conviction of Candle, that counts so much to honest minds. And Judge Cowles encouraged her with the most pleasant manner. The newspaper men were scribbling notes rapidly. Rob Rowan was looking steadily at the chandelier, at the risk of injury to his neck. So awkward was his position. You are the young lady who removed the child, questioned the magistrate. Yes, replied Cecilia. And her accomplice shouted Rob Rowan questioningly. Leave the room, ordered the judge. I think there is a different case behind this than the one we are hearing. I shall inquire into it, and for the good of the child and her wronged mother, I shall order a thorough investigation. What motive had those who brought up this alleged case? There is absolutely no grounds for this action. The case is dismissed. So suddenly did the relief come to Cecilia that she almost collapsed? She looked at Mrs Selby, who was pressing her handkerchief to her eyes. It is all right, whispered Cecilia. Oh, I am so glad. A stir in the room attracted their attention. Cecilia turned and faced Jack Kimball. Jack was hurrying to the judge's chair and scarcely stopped to greet Cecilia. Mr Robinson wishes you to detain these gentlemen a few minutes, said Jack to judge Cows. He is on his way here. A messenger was sent to the corridor after Rob Rowland. The other lawyers were discussing some papers, and in no hurry to leave. Presently Mr Robinson and two other gentlemen entered. The face of the twins' father was flushed, and he was plainly much excited. I have just heard from my daughters, he begun, who are away on a motor tour. They state that the day my papers were taken from the mailbag, they met on the road a man answering the description of this gentleman, indicating Mr Rhee. They described him exactly, his disfigured thumb being easily remembered. Now, the young fellow who was held up that day, and who has been sick since, in consequence, also says he felt, while blindfolded, that same one jointed thumb. Further than that, and Mr Robinson was actually panting for breath. My girls can state and prove that this same man was at a tea house near Breakwater, discussing papers, which the young girls who conduct the tea house plainly saw. The papers were stamped with the seals of my patent lawyers. Rob Rowland was clutching the back of the seat he stood near. The lawyer accused, Mr Reed, had turned a sickly power. Jack Kimball stepped up. There is present, he said, one of the motor girls who was on the road at that time. She may be able to identify this man. What followed was always like a dream to clip. For leaving off legalities, we may again call her by that significant name. She faced the man to whom she had talked on the road, he who had wanted to help her with her runabout when she was unable to manage it herself. It was directly after Paul Hastings let them, and within a short time of the happening, which had meant so much to Hazel's brother. Clip told this, and strange to say, the lawyer made no attempt to deny any part of her statement. We are prepared to answer when the case is called, he said. But it seems to me, Robinson, you went a long way for detectives. Did not the motor girls also tell you that they met me on the road to Breakwater two days ago? Judge, I demand those papers, called Mr Robinson. This fellow does not deny he took them. When the ladies leave the room, said the judge quietly, with that courteous manner that made Clip want to run up to him and throw her arms about his neck, we may discuss this further. We are indebted to the young motor girl for her identification. When Clip took Mrs Selby out, they went directly to the Kimball home, nor were they now afraid of being followed by the threatening and insulting Rob Rowland. Cora Kimball was turning away from the antique shop, as indifferently as if nothing there interested her. The other girls looked at her aghast. Bess could scarcely be motioned to silence, for the little mahogany man came to close the door of the tourney, incidentally to look over his customers. If you come again in a day or so, he said to Cora, I will have tables, and he rolled his eyes as if the tables were to come from no lesser place than heaven itself. Oh, such tables! I may, replied Cora vaguely, but I fancy I may have a seamen's table made. I would not be particular about an original. Wait, wait, exclaim the man. If you do not care for an original, I could make a copy. The one I am to get is something very, very original, and I will have it here. There is no law against making one like it. Well, said Cora, I will be in breakwater for a few days, and I may call in again. There, as he handed in her blue plates. These are splendid. Mother has a collection of baronials. Then they started off. Best drove up to the whirlwind. Why in the world didn't you ask who had ordered the table? She almost gasped. If you knew that, you could easily have traced it. Wait, wait, exclaim Cora, in tones so like those of the shop proprietor, that the girls all laughed heartily. I will go to the shop again, and then I will see. Perhaps I will get the original, and then, well, wait, just wait. You are a natural born clue hunter, declared Daisy, and I am just dying to get back to Aunt May's to tell Duncan. Now see here girls, call Cora very seriously, so that all in the different machines might hear her. This is a matter that must not be mentioned to anyone. It would spoil all my plans if the merest hint leaked out. Now remember, and Cora spoke with the unusual firmness. I must have absolute secrecy. Every girl are then promised. What is dearer to the real girl than a real secret, the keeping of it involves further delights in its own development. Once back at Bennet Blade, the girls whispered and whispered, until Cora declared they would all, forsooth, be attacked with laryngitis if they did not cease hissing, and she called upon Dr. Bennet to hear out her statement. Duncan was going to Chelten, and of course he took the trouble to ask what he might do there for the Chelten girls. What he might do? Was there anything he might not do? The Robinson girls declared that their mail had not been forwarded, and they could not trust the mail, anyhow, since their father's papers had been lost. Would it be too much trouble for him, just to call, to tell their mother what a perfectly delightful time they were having, and so on? And Maud Morris hated to bother him, but could he just stop at Cleamons and get her magazine? She was reading a serial, and simply could not sleep nights waiting for the last instalment. Of course he would go to see his uncle, Dr. Bennet Sr. In fact it was with Dr. Bennet he had the appointment, and when Daisy started to entrust him with her messages to her father, he insisted that she write them down. No normal brain could hold such a list, he declared. Ray was what best to him foxy. She did not ask him to do a single thing. She thinks he will fetch her a box of candy, or a bottle of perfume. That's Ray, declared best to Belle. Cora certainly wanted to send many messages, with the opportunity of having them go first hand. It did seem such a long time since she had seen Jack, then there was Hazel, poor child, penned up with a sick brother. And Ren and Clip, why couldn't Cora just run into Chalton herself with Duncan? The thought was all conquering. It swayed every other impulse in Cora's generous nature. Why should she stop at the thought of propriety? Was it not all right for her to ride with Dr. Bennet, to reach Chalton by noon, and return before night? She must go, she would go if every motor girl went along with her. Mrs. Bennet was one of those dear women who seemed to take girls right to her heart. As I have said, she was small and rosy, with that never fading bloom, that sometimes accompanies the rosy cheeked, curly-headed girl faring to her womanhood. Cora would go directly to her and tell her. She would abide by her judgment. Mrs. Bennet simply said yes, of course, and then she added that Cora might start off without letting the girls know anything about it. That would save a lot of explanation. How Cora's heart did thump. Duncan was going in his machine, and like all doctors, he always preferred to have a man drive. His chauffeur was most skillful. Doctors, even when young, in their profession, do not willingly risk being stalled. But in spite of Cora's one guiding rule, when you make up your mind, stick to it. She had many misgivings between that evening, when her plans were made, and the next morning when she was to start off with Duncan Bennet. The other girls had gone out to an evening play in Forrest Park, one of the real attractions at Breakwater. And at the last moment, Cora excused herself upon some available pretense, so that she was able to get her things together, and see that her machine was safely pulled up, and then be ready to start off in the morning, before the other girls had time to realise she was going. It does seem, she reflected, that I am always getting runaway rides. Then she recalled how Sid Wilcox actually did run away with her once, as related in the motor girls. And she told herself, I seem to like running away with boys. This was exactly what worried Cora. She knew that others would be apt to make this remark, but I cannot help it this time she sighed, I have to go to Chelten, or... Cora was looking very pretty. Excitement seems to put the match to the flickering taper of beauty, hidden behind the self-control of healthy maidenhood. Her cheeks were aflame, and her eyes sparkled, so, like Jack's, when he was sure of winning a hard contest. Dear old Jack, she thought, won't he be surprised to see me? That will be the best part of it. They will all be so surprised. She went down to the study, where she was sure to find Duncan. I suppose your mother has told you of my mad impulse. She begun rather awkwardly. Do you think the folks will be glad to see me? What a stupid remark. She had no more idea of saying that than of saying, do you think it will snow? But somehow, when he put up his book and looked at her so seriously, she could not help blundering. They ought to be, he said simply. Then she saw that he was preoccupied, scarcely aware that she was present. I beg your pardon, he said directly, but I was very busy thinking, just then. Oh, I should not have disturbed you, she faltered. I will go away at once. I just wanted to be sure that you would wait for me, not run off and leave me. Oh, do sit down, he urged. My brain is stiff, and I've got to quit for tonight. I haven't told you what takes me to Chelton. In fact, I haven't told mother. You see, she thinks I am such a baby that I find it better not to let her know when I am on a case. But the fact is, I am just a baby enough to want to tell someone. He arranged the cushions in the big willow chair, and Cora sat down quite obediently. She liked Duncan. There was something akin to bravery behind his careless manner. What he wouldn't do for a friend, she thought. Your case, ask Cora. I am very ignorant on medical matters, but I should love to hear about the Chelton case. I fancy I know everyone in Chelton. Well, you know Uncle Bennett, Dave's father, is quite a surgeon, and he has been called in this case by Dr. Collins. It is a remarkable case, and he has asked me to come in also. It is that of a child who has been a cripple for some years, and who now is making such progress under the physical training system that she promises to be cured entirely. A child asked Cora, her heart fluttering, yes, and I rather suspect that you know her. He seemed about to laugh. Uncle mentioned your brother's name in his invitation for me to go in on the case. Oh, tell me, big Cora, is it Ren? Just let me see, and he looked over some letters. It seems to me it was some such fantastical name. Yes, here it is, her name is Ren Selvy. Oh, my little Ren, and Clip is doing all this. Oh, I must go. Is she going to be operated upon? Seems to me, little girl, and the young doctor put his hand over hers, as would an elderly physician, that you are overexcitable. I will have to be giving you a sedative if you do not at once quiet down. The child is not to be operated upon, as I understand it. It is simply what we call an observation case. But she is at our house. She has been there since I came away. Why, however can all that be going on at home, and no one there but the housekeeper? The child was at your house, but is now in a private sanatorium. He said quickly, I have had the pleasure of being in close correspondence with your friend, Clip. End of Chapter 23 Chapter 24 of the Motor Girl's Honour Tour This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 24 Cora's Resolve For a moment Cora was dumbfounded. Duncan Bennett, a close friend of Clip. The next moment of the riddle was solved. Why, of course you know Clip, she said. She goes to your college. Yes, and he ran his white fingers through his fractious hair. The fact is, Cora, I am quite as anxious to see Clip as to go in on the case, haven't seen her since school closed. I'll likely have some trouble in finding her, he added presently. Never can find her when I particularly want to, but if she is in Chilton, I'm going to hunt her up. Won't she be at the sanatorium, ask Cora? And she wondered why her own voice sounded so strained. I think not, he replied. Clip is a poster girl, in our parlance, and we don't let them in on real cases. Poster, asked Cora. Yes, it means she has had her picture in the college paper, with next under it. I don't mind saying that I cut out that particular picture. It must be lots of fun to be in such affairs, said Cora. I have often thought that the simple life of society is a mere bubble compared to what goes on where girls think. Well, I am going early, he said pleasantly. I suppose you don't mind running away before breakfast. No, indeed, she answered. I rather fancy the idea. If I ever trusted myself to meet the girls, I would surely default. All right, my man is always on time. Mother will see that we are not hungry. I've got the greatest mother in the world for looking after meals. Cora laughed and arose to go. I've told you a lot, he said rather awkwardly, but somehow I felt like telling you. You may trust me, replied Cora lightly. I have such a lot of secrets, but I just know how to manage them. They are filed away, you know, each in its place. Thanks, he said. You know we don't, as a rule, speak about our professional friends. Don't say anything to Daisy about Clip. I think she would die if she knew I fancied her. He said this just like a girl imitating Daisy. Why, she likes Clip, declared Cora. We all do. Wait, he said, and he raised a prophetic finger. Wait until Clip sails under her own colours. Then take note of her friends. This is the thorn in her side, as it were. She speaks of it often. How Cora's head throbbed. Perhaps, as Duncan had said, she was overexcited. But just now there seemed so many things to think about. If she went to Chelten, she might hear something that would give her a clue to Wren's book. Jack insinuated that he had a clue when he spoke to her over the phone. What if she should be able to trace both the book and the table, and bring Wren into her own? As if dividing a change in the girl's mind, Duncan Bennett said, Now you won't disappoint me. I am counting on your company. Well, I shall have to dream over it, replied Cora. Mother says it is always safest to let our ambitions cool overnight. Think not ambition-wise, because tis brave, he quoted. But he did not guess how well that quotation fitted Cora's case. It seemed scarcely any time before the girls were back from the park, just bubbling over in girlish enthusiasm about the wonderful woodland performance, and that Cora should have missed it. Even Gertrude, the staid and steady, could not understand it. The Bennett's home was a large country house, but with all the motor-girls scattered over it, the house seemed comparatively small. Chocolate and knick-knacks were always served before bedtime, and Daisy had reason to be proud of her part in the entertainment of the girls. And tomorrow, said Adele, between mouthfuls of morsels, We shall have to decorate for the fate. I am going to do the whirlwind all my own way. Am I not, Cora? You certainly may, replied Cora vaguely. I am the poorest hand at decorating. I prefer driving. And they all wondered why she took so little interest in the preparations for the fate. I know, whispered Vess, you are thinking of that little mahogany man, and so am I. I can't just wait to see the table. Bright and early the next morning the girls were astir. They had need to be up with the lark for the gathering of stuffs with which to decorate cars is quite a task, and they planned to make the fate a memorable affair, as Belle put it. Wait till Cora comes down, said Tilly, won't she be surprised that I have already been over the meadow and gotten so many beautiful tall grasses? Mrs. Bennet appeared at that moment. My dears, she begun. I have a surprise for you. Cora has taken a run home. She really had to go, but she will be back by nightfall. Now there to Daisy. You must not pout. Cora has been a faithful little captain, and from what I understand there have been a great many things to demand her attention at home. Go right on with your plans and make her car the very prettiest. And when she gets back, she will have some reason to be proud of her allies. I have arranged to be at home all day and to do whatever I can to assist you in Cora's place. The girls were utterly surprised, but what could they say? Showed displeasure to so a fable a hostess never. What they thought was, of course, a matter of their own personal business. End of Chapter 24. Chapter 25 of The Motor Girl's Honour Tour. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 25. A Wild Run. Speed her up, Tom, ordered Dr. Duncan Bennett to his chauffeur, as he and Cora started out that bright, beautiful morning. We will have all we can do to cover the ground and make home by nightfall. Without a single stop remarked Cora, I calculated we could do it. Do you think there is any possibility of us failing to get back? Tom knows no end to shortcuts, said Duncan, settling himself down comfortably. We take quite a different route to that which you girls came over. Oh, yes, of course. We could never get to Chelten and back in one day over the roads which we came by, replied Cora. The one controlling thought is, said the young physician, that an automobile is not a camel, no telling when it's thirst will demand impossible quenching. But this is a first-rate car, he went on, and it has never gone back on me yet. It rides beautifully, agreed Cora, as the machine was speeding over the roads like the very wind. After all, I do believe that an experienced chauffeur is a positive luxury. Now, now, exclaimed Duncan, don't go back on your constitution. You will have to report, I suppose. What do you imagine our little girls are thinking and doing about now? Cora laughed. Duncan seemed amused at the idea of stealing the captain of the club. He liked nothing better than a row with girls. Well, I suppose, said Cora cautiously, that they are scouring breakwater for things to decorate the machines with. I am glad that I entrusted the whirlwind to Tilly. She is so artistically practical, that she will be sure to avoid making holes in the car to stick bouquets in. The fellows will be up to night. They have taken rooms at the beacon. There will be no end of a rumpus if they strike breakwater, and I am not there to pilot them. Likely our girls would attempt to put them to rights, said Cora, joking. Just fancy a crowd of students and those silly girls. It is well that they can't hear you, remarked Duncan. Of course, you are very, very sensible. You mean I should not have come, she said, her face flushing. Oh, indeed, I meant nothing of the sort, he hurried to explain. In fact, I never could have carried out my plan if you had not come along. I am going to bring Flip out for the meet. Oh, wouldn't that be splendid, exclaimed Cora, if only we can manage it, but she is always so busy. Then I intend to make her stop work for a few days at least. I want my brother to meet her, and this, well, quite an opportunity. Cora looked at the earnest young man beside her. Flip is worth knowing, she said simply. Then she added, I wonder if we could arrange it to have Hayes will come. It would be just glorious to have the club complete after all our little drawbacks. If her brother is better, I will not take no for an answer. I shall simply insist upon Hayes will come in. Cora was aglow with the prospects, if only everything would go along smoothly, and no other drawback should occur. Your friends are from Xmouth, aren't they? Ask Duncan. I ought to know some of them. We played their team last year. Oh, do you know Ed Foster and Walter Pennington? Ask Cora. I happen to remember their names, said Duncan. I would be glad if we could manage to have them come out to the show. Let me see, how could we fix it up? Jack has a car, and so has Walter, replied Cora, while the chauffeur looked at his speedometer and noted that they were doing 25 miles an hour. Then, said Duncan, if we can fix it, but that observation case will take quite a little time. You can attend to your case and get clip, said Cora, with a mischievous smile, and I will attend to the boys. Oh, my! exclaimed Duncan. You are ready and willing to make the round up. Well, and the car gave an unexpected bump that almost threw Cora over into her companion's arms. I would like first rate to have them all come to breakwater, and our fellows would count at the best part of their vacation to have an auto run of that kind. If we find everything all right out in Shelton, we will call a special meeting at the motor girls, the girls being you and the motor boys being me, and then we will come to the quickest decision on record. Cora was arranging her goggles and bail. The speed of the car was playing sad havoc with her costume, and she was not too independent to want to look well when she got into her hometown. Look out, Tom, called Duncan to his man. Here is about where they enforced the speed laws, isn't it? We have to take chances, replied the man, if we expect to cover the ground. Mercy exclaimed Cora, please do not take any chances with speed laws. I have a perfect horror of that sort of thing. What's she doing? asked the doctor. Only twenty miles, sir, replied the chauffeur, and they allow as fifteen. Couldn't we just as well conform to the regulation speed? Ask Cora anxiously. It was rather unusual for her to show such timidity. Leaving to Tom, replied the young doctor, chauffeurs are like housemaids. They must not be interfered with. Up to this time, Cora had really not noticed the speed. Her conversation with Duncan had been altogether engrossing. But now she began to appreciate the situation, and this precluded all other considerations, even the thoughts of Chilton. Duncan Bennett had no sister, and consequently was not versed in the art of fidgets. He only knew the ailment when it took definite form. But Cora was getting it. In fact, she now felt positively nervous. How that machine did go, the speed delighted Duncan. Tom was like an eagle bending over his prey. He urged the car on with such determination. Once or twice, Cora felt bound to exclaim, but Duncan only shook his head. It was going, that was all he seemed to care for. Near the station, they were obliged to slow up some, to look for trains. As they did so, Cora saw another car dash by, and in she recognized the man now known to her as Mr. Reed, Roland's cousin. She made no remark to Duncan. He seemed so occupied with his own thoughts, that when, after a few minutes, the same car passed them again, having made a circuit on a crossroad, and the same man stared at Cora, as if to make sure it was she. She felt a queer uneasiness. This time, the other car shot ahead at such a wild pace, that even Duncan's machine was not speeding, compared with that. Talk about going, commented the physician. Just look at that fellow. If he can use up that much gasoline and escape the law, no need for us to worry. The chauffer was simply intent upon speed. He seemed to have gone speed-crazy, Cora thought. They were travelling over a perfectly straight road, and Duncan Bennett took out his field glasses. Here, he said to Cora, I often find these interesting, went on a long journey, take a peek. Cora adjusted the glasses and peered ahead. That man, she said, has stopped at a small shed. That's the constables hang out, remarked Duncan. I had to stop there once, just once, and the thought was evidently funny, that he laughed boishly. Yes, went on Cora. There is someone talking to him. Oh, Duncan, and she clutched his arm nervously. Do tell Tom to drive slowly past there, for I think I know that man. Go slow, Tom, call Duncan carelessly. We might be held up. Just let me take the glasses, Cora. He peered through the strong lenses. The other car has gone on, he said. Perhaps the cop is a friend of your friends. And again he laughed, much to Cora's discomfort. On and on the machine flew. Finally they were within a few rods of the little shed by the roadside. A man on a motorcycle was waiting. As the Bennett car came up, he shot out into the centre of the road. Duncan did not mistake his intention. Tom turned his head and gave the other a meaning look. Then the chauffeur slowed down slower and slower. Stop called the man on the motorcycle, at the same moment disbounding from his wheel. Tom almost stopped. Cora thought he had turned off the gasoline, but the next moment he had shot past the surprised officer and was going at a madder pace than ever. Cora was frightened. Some motorcycles can beat ordinary automobiles. She knew that. But Duncan was laughing. If only that man Reed was not on the same road just then. Can you make it, asked Duncan, calling into the chauffeur's ear. Don't know, replied the man, but we may as well get as far out of the woods as possible. Don't worry, little girl, said Duncan to Cora with that self-confidence peculiar to those who are accustomed to being obeyed. We are all right. It is only a thine at any rate and I always carry small change. Stop yelled the man at the rear. You cannot cross the line and if you don't stop soon you will find your tires winded. A revolver shot sounded. Tom drew up instantly. I don't fancy putting on new tires, he said coolly, so we may as well surrender. Duncan looked at the officer in a perfectly friendly way. Well, what's up? he asked indifferently. You ought to know, replied the man, scowling angrily. If I hadn't stopped you, land knows that you would have been over the falls. What's the matter with you fellows, anyhow? Can't you take a joyride without committing murder and suicide? You're mistaken, replied Duncan. I'm a doctor on a hurry call. Yes, you are. You look it. And the officer sneered at Cora. Tell that to the Marines. Well, what's the price? Demanded Duncan, with some impatience. I'm in a hurry. Wait till your hurry cools off, said the officer, who, from his own wild chase, was now plainly uncomfortably warm. You made the marked off distance in the shortest time on record, from post to post in one minute. How do you know? asked the chauffeur sharply. What's that to you? replied the officer. Didn't I see you? You did not, shouted Tom. Someone squealed, and you have no proof of what you are saying. The man hesitated, then he blurted out. Well, what if a friend did tip me off? Wasn't he in as much danger from your runaway machine as the next one? That man whispered Cora to Duncan. He stopped and told him to arrest us. Well, the price, called Duncan, with his hand in his pocket. I tell you, I am a doctor, and I am in a hurry to get to Chilton. Can't you make it something reasonable, and then something for your own trouble? The man eyed Duncan sharply. I was told you would say just that. He said with a curious laugh. And that is just what the other fellow said to you, spoke Tom. Now look here, Hannah. I know how much you have got out of this already, and I happen to know the sort of coin that that sneak-read carries. He has offered me some at times. He travels out here quite summer-blade. Take my advice and be square. It is all bound to come out in the wash. Cora gazed at Duncan in astonishment. I told you, said the latter, that it is best to leave a good man alone, like a good cook. They usually know their own business. But the officer was not so sure. He hesitated, then said, Well, I see Judge Brown over in the meadow. He can settle it. Come along. End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26. At the Motor Girls Honour Tour. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girls Honour Tour. By Margaret Penrose. Chapter 26. Legal Strategy. Cora was in despair to be thus detained when there was not an hour to spare. Tom drew the machine well to the roadside. Duncan leisurely climbed out and then asked the girl if she would remain in the car. That's the main part of this business, remarked Duncan. They don't want money. They don't want time. Good, honest time. Then, at the sudden, with that boishness that Cora had so greatly admired in so thoughtful a young man, he sprung off on a run toward the meadow, where the constable had indicated the judge could be found. Come on, friend, he called good-naturedly to the officer on the wheel. When things to be done may as well do it. The sooner the quicker. He joked, while Cora wondered more and more how so wrong a person could be so good-humoured. Tom fussed about the machine, looking to see that the official bullet had not struck through a tyre. Evidently the constable did not expect Duncan to take him at his word and go after the squire, for it took him some time to put his wheel against a tree and prepare to follow on foot. You can't go that way, he shouted to Duncan. That's all swamp. Won't hurt me, replied the irrepressible Duncan. I am taking the water cure. Soon Duncan was talking to the farmer and the constable was still picking his steps toward the spot where the two stood. I am sure Duncan will win him, thought Cora, and perhaps we will not be so long delayed after all. But Tom could not stand the suspense. He asked Cora if she would mind being left alone for a few minutes, and soon he too was hurrying over the meadow. Cora had great faith in Tom's judgment now and was rather glad that he had gone to Duncan's help. She stepped out of the car to gather a few wild flowers, and was just about to step in again when the rumble of an approaching machine attracted her attention. She turned and saw coming toward her that man read. With assumed indifference she stepped back to the road to get another flower. This took her just a bit farther from his path than she would have been in the car. As he came up she heard him slacken, then stop. Her heart seemed to stand still. In an instant she realised what it meant for a girl to be alone on a road. She should not have left breakwater, and the doctor and Tom should not have left her. Miss Kimball called a voice from the other car. I am sorry to see you in this predicament. I am Mr Read, a Roland Read and company, and he said this with all possible courtesy. I believe we have met before, and I came back to see if I might be of any assistance to you. This feeding business is rather troublesome. And I ventured to guest that you are most anxious to be in Chilton today, as there are so many interesting things going on there. For an instant Cora felt that she had wronged this man. Perhaps, after all, he was a perfect gentleman, and had nothing to do with their being detained if only Duncan or Tom was there. Yes, I am in a hurry to get home, admitted Cora, but I think we will soon be off again. Not very likely went on the other. That old judge seems to delight in keeping folks away from their business. He has the most roundabout way possible of transacting matters. I was about to suggest that if you really are anxious to get to Chilton, I would go over there and speak with your friend, and as we are not so far away from the hometown, it might be wise for you to ride with me. It is very awkward for a lady to be in this position. Sometimes a newspaper fellow comes along, and, as they say, gets a story out of it. Oh, I thank you very much, she said hurriedly, and not without showing her confusion. But I will wait until Dr. Bennett comes. I am sure he will not be detained long. They should have some consideration for physicians. Dr. Bennett, oh, I see, he is in a hurry too to get to Chilton. If Cora could have seen the flash that shot through the lawyer's brain at that moment. Well, of course, he ought to be allowed to go, although we all have to keep within the speed limit. They are coming now, said Cora joyously, for the interview was anything but pleasant. I will tell Dr. Bennett of your kindness. The man cranked up instantly, excusing his haste with a glance at his watch. Well, he said, I have a noon appointment, so I may as well hurry on. Good morning, Miss Kimball. I suppose we shall see each other again in Chilton, as we both are interested, I believe, in the same affair, finding the promise book and finding the lost table. Then he was off. Duncan, Tom, and the two officers were up to the car, before Cora had quite recovered herself. That was Reed, Miss, wasn't it, asked Tom sharply. Yes, replied Cora. Well, he's a cool one, went on Tom, while Duncan looked after the receding car. Do you know him, if I may ask? Yes and no, said Cora nervously, for the constable and justice were looking at her with some impertinence. I thought so, his usual game. He makes himself known. Now, see here, said Tom, in a manner that made Cora think of Paul. Perhaps Tom loved machines, as did Paul, and was more than an ordinary chauffeur. That man is a keen lawyer, Dr. Bennett, and he has some purpose in delaying you. Delaying me, echoed Duncan. No, interrupted Cora. It is in me, he seems to have the interest. Then he asked me to ride back to Chilton with him. Oh, I know, she exclaimed. It is in Ren. He is the lawyer who has to do with Mrs. Selvidge's case, and he is trying to keep Dr. Bennett away from Chilton today. He must have heard that you were on the case, declared Cora, as the whole strange proceeding seemed to flash before her excited mind. That's bad, grown Duncan. The officials were talking at one side of the road. Look here, squire, called Tom. This is all a put-up game. You have no proof that we were going faster than the law allows. That sneak-read simply told you so. Now own up, Hanna. Am I not right? He sure said so, crumbled Hanna, and knew had only his word, asked the old justice angrily. I saw the smoke from that car, and well, I'm going to let you go, asserted the judge. I don't like this here kind of business, Hanna, and I want you, after this, to have all your charges firsthand. Don't take no tips from nobody, do you hear? Hanna smiled. He had his hand in his pocket, and it may as well be told that there was also, in the pocket, something which resigned him to letting the automobiler's go. Reed had attended to the compensation. Just as you say, Judge, remarked the Constable. Duncan put his hand out to the old squire, here squire, he said, I do this openly. I want you to take this, not as a bribe, but as a personal gift, which I have a perfect right to offer you. You are doing me a kindness, and also this young lady a kindness, and the one most concerned is a helpless little creature who waits until I reach Chilton to know whether or not she is to be made perfectly well, so to speak. Not that I am the one to say that, but because a noted specialist will wait for all the other doctors. It's the long stony, but I will let you know how we make out if I beat that sharper in Chilton. Cora couldn't speak. She too put out a hand to the old squire, who was wiping his eyes and shaking his head against Duncan's gift. Finally the young doctor prevailed upon him, and then once more they started on their mad run for Chilton. End of Chapter 26 Chapter 27 of The Motorgirls on a Tour This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. The Motorgirls on a Tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 27 Against the Law Two hours later Cora almost fell into the arms of her brother, so overstrained were her nerves after the exciting ride. Oh Jack, she exclaimed, I had the awfulest time. It is very well to be a girl and imitate boys in the matter of risking, but I say Jack, it is always risky. Well, I am glad you have found that out, little girl, answered the brother, putting her comfortably down in the big arm chair. What's the particular risk now? No more stolen girls? Oh, that was your part, she said, laughing. And by the way, I hear you are quite a successful kidnapper. Not so bad, but you should have seen the time we had to get rid to the sanatorium. She didn't want to leave here and had a mortal fear at the hospital. But how are you? And he looked into her flushed face. I declare it seems moon since I've seen you. And all the other planets since I saw you, Jack, I wonder, will I ever have the courage to tell you all about it? Wouldn't the courage just naturally come on my side? I would have to listen. Oh no, you don't have to. There you go, home ten minutes and picking a fight. Jack Kimball, Cora Kimball. Then they both laughed. It was jolly even to play a quarrelling and be real brother and sister again. Well, I have so little time, Jack, I must be serious. You know we have to get back to breakwater tonight. We are to fetch you and Ed and Walter and Cliff. Oh, you don't say. In a suitcase or a lehampa. Ed is literally cut up about all the girls being out of town at once. He would fit in the shirt box, I fancy. But Wally, he seems to have expanded. I doubt if you could manage him. Oh, you ridiculous boy. Come on, run after me while I get through the house. I must see dear old Margaret. How is she treating you? First rate for Margaret. She only starved me out at the midnight rations twice. You should not eat after ten, Jack. But come along. I must look over the place and talk at the same time. And with that intention, Cora started on her tour of home inspection while Jack made all the noise he possibly could make, which was not a little. Running through the house after her. Margaret, of course, knew what the tumult was about. She always declared that boys went to college to learn how to make unearthly noises. Cora found little out of place. Margaret was an old and trusted servant. And in the absence of her mistress, could always be depended upon to look after the children. And now I must go and get the folks together, remarked Cora. Can you come, Jack, and help you pick up the humans? Well, guess I may as well, as I am to be in the collection. But what is it all about? In a girl's way, Cora told of the plans for the autophate, and of Dr. Bennett wishing to have the children boys meet his student friends. First rate, Cora responded, Jack, when Cora paused for breath. I rather fancy the idea of going after some of the girls. I cannot help but agree with Ed that all the girls should not leave town at once. You should take turns. But how about Clip? The others imagine that she makes up for a quieter number with you and Walker. There you go again, picking a fight, and he laughed honestly. Now, Cora, Clip is just Clip. No more, and not one with less. But she has been so busy. Oh, so tremendously busy. He was getting into his motor togs, and Cora was already equipped for a ride about Chelten. Say, sis, he added, did I tell you I have my suspicions about the loss of Brent's book? Did she describe to you the pair who last signed the contract? No, answered Cora, now fully interested. Well, she told me it was a fellow with Brent's shoulders, and a girl with red hair. Now, who does that fit? Cora thought for a moment that her face showed quicker than her words that she guessed who might answer those descriptions. Sid Wilcox and Ida Giles, she exclaimed, but what motive could they have? Sid Wilcox and Rob Rowland are turned the heavenly twins. They are so often together. Now, Rob Rowland has been the paragraph and the period, so to speak, in this story, said Jack meaningly. But why should I to stoop to such a thing? Didn't you run over her dining car one day early this summer? Jack reminded her. Or was it best? No matter just who it was, one of the motor girls. And besides, you did not ask her to go on the run. If I thought Ida Giles knew anything about that book, I would go directly to her house and demand an explanation, said Cora, flushing. Ida is too apt to be influenced by Sid Wilcox. I thought she had seen enough of the consequences of such falling. Oh, Ida is ambitious in that line, replied the cool, deliberate Jack. Well, let us start, suggested Cora. I have quite some ground to cover. Dr. Bennett has agreed to find and fetch clip. Has a smart fellow, Doc Bennett, I tried all afternoon yesterday to locate the liversome clip. I took a coy little jaunt of two miles a foot. Someone said she had a friend out Bentley Way, but I did not locate her. Hope Doc has better luck. Jack said this in a way that opposed his words to their own meaning. He evidently meant he hoped Dr. Bennett would not have better luck. I am so anxious about the report on Wren, commented Cora, and started off in Jack's runabout. It will mean so much to her mother and to her, of course. Well, if clip has had any influence, I should say Wren would turn out an artist's model physically. Clip has just about lived with the child since she went away. Of course, we had Miss Brown and if she isn't Brown by nature as well as by name. I wouldn't say so. I never got one single smile to cut across her map. Shall we look for Ed first? And Cora could not control a most provoking flush that threatened her cheeks. Just as you say, lady, but I have not told you. Let the last moment be the hardest. Ed has taken to the ram. He's training the ram. Can't get him away from the ram. Mary's little lamb is fucking Bronco to it. Oh, I had been wondering about that, said Cora. I thought I was to wear the ram's fleece as a sort of real baby lamb coat next winter. Nothing of the sort, girl. Ed's ramifications are the talk of the town. He is to give an exhibition at college when he gets back. A clear case of the lamb and Mary's skill days. Well, where shall we hope to find him? And she glanced at her watch. I must find someone soon. Come along. I'll hunt him up. He is likely at this very moment giving minus his morning ablutions. He called the ram minus because the animal takes away so much of his time. Joe Gay. Jack directed his machine toward the same little creek that figured in my first story of the motor-girls when Ed rescued them from a sorry plight, the whirlwind having run into a mud hole. Now, I'll bet we find him by the Brookside with minus, chewing daisies, and, incidentally, Ed's stray clothing declared Jack. Along the way, people appeared surprised to see Cora and her greetings were a mixture of query and astonishment. There's Ida suddenly exclaimed Jack. Don't let on you see her. I don't want to stop here to talk to her. Why? Ask Cora curiously. Because in about one minute you will see her trailer, the insufferable Sid, and I am not in Sid's humour. I would like to speak with Ida, and I did Cora. I really wanted to ask her something. Save it, commanded the ungovernable brother. A thing like that gets better with time. So they passed along, Cora having to be content with a bow and a smile to Ida Giles, who returned both promptly. Jack said Cora when they were also up to the hill, behind which they hoped to find the idler by the brook. Do you know, I think I have an actual clue to Wren's Table. An antique man out break waterway has an order for one. I am watching that order. That's easy. When you know that Reed has been in and out of the place for some days, that's the best of being a girl. You can trace around after the most important clues that one would ever suspect you of knowing what you are after. Now, I rather think when the fate is pulled off if I may use the term and he laughed his apology. Then there will be some doings. I just want to see Rocky Robb rumpel. Let us not delay talking long with Ed, propose Cora, for I must bear hazels at one. I am so anxious about Paul. About Paul? Why? He's alright. He's out and has been to the office. Was the brother's surprising answer? Didn't you hear about Mr Robinson wanting to send him away for his health? Robinson has taken a great fancy to Paul. The stolen document business is also near a climax. I had a fine time trying to keep Clip's name under the paper, the day they had the hearing about Ren. You see, I, the great first person, ran into the courtroom just as the judge was dismissing the absurd case set up against Mrs Selby. Of course, that was nothing more or less than a trick to get information for the other side. Well, Mr Robinson was hurrying to court and he has passed his running days credibly. I believe when he met me. I took up his run at a moment's notice, reached the courtroom, waved my hands wildly in the air. Oh, Jack, interrupted Cora. Don't be so absurd. You know I'm just dying to hear what happened. Then don't die until you do here and he slowed up at the hill. The fact is, I just caught the whole city news force red-handed with a great story about Clip. The reporters had called her the modern Clara and all that, but I got it away from them. I know one of the best of them and he agreed, so they all had to. It was a good little story. For the lawyers were matched against a motor girl that made it interesting from a newspaper viewpoint. Hello. Didn't I tell you? Say there, Mr Foster. Chain up the ram, Ed. We want to approach. Just as they rounded the hill, Ed could plainly be seen as Jack had foretold, idling by the brook with the ram in the same picture, but at a polite distance from its owner. I thought Walter wanted the ram, remarked Cora, a spot where Ed was getting himself together. Oh, he did. But do you remember what the man said about having to put his overcoat on to feed that animal? Well, he wouldn't even stand for Walter with or without the Ulster. He tried his best rung coat and all, but the ram just went for him. But look how he purrs around Ed, as a kitten. I am not going to trust him, though, decided Cora. One experience with Mr Minest is enough for me. Shout to Ed to come over. I must hurry. Cora's invitation to go to breakwater came almost as a shock. Ed declared that coming from Cora he would accept. Consequently, he hurried the ram to its quarters and, agreeing to look up Walter, the girl was left to pay her visit to Hazel. We fellows will start from here about daybreak, Jack decided, and we will reach breakwater about ten o'clock. That's the time Doc Bennett gave me for the official gun to go off. It happened that Ed knew the young doctor slightly, so that he took Jack's urgent appeal as coming from the actual host. I told you he would be glad to join the Motor Girls Club, remarked Jack, while Ed was exchanging civilities with Cora. He's just been pining around here like a lost. Now Jack, B-square, interrupted the handsome young man, whom Cora thought had actually grown handsomer in the days since she last seen him. I never pine, I growl, just plain growl. You take me over to Hazel's Jack, ask Cora. Then you may go along and help look for Walter. I must meet Dr Bennett at two thirty. And then, I wonder, we'll be able to get back to breakwater by six. She was thinking of her experience coming out to Chelten. Also, she kept on the lookout for Mr Reed. He had hinted that there were interesting things developing in Chelten just then. He had said openly that his interests and Cora's were mutual. Would he again molest her? With this thought, she determined not to get too far away from Jack. She would have him call at the hosting's house for her. And the Rowland, Reed company lawyers, knew that Cora Kimball was a leader among the motor girls, the club that had avowed its purpose of finding the book, as well as the table. All this was complicated and involved, but to the shrewd lawyers, Cora knew the working out of the details was merely a matter of opportunity. Having failed to prove Ren a subject for some shut-in institution, these same lawyers were now engaged on another scheme. That of trying to show that the child was detained against her will and was actually in the possession of Cora Kimball. Jack had told Cora all this, trying to make it a matter of small importance and laughing at Rob Rowland's initial performance, as Jack put it. The Cora felt that it was no laughing matter and that at least the happiness of two persons, Mrs Selby and her delicate little daughter was involved. Cora and Jack were on the road and Jack had cranked up. Ed, having made the Ram secure in the field, was about to walk to his own lodgings. Suddenly a flash of red swept across the streak of Brown Highway. Cora recognised it instantly as Dr Bennett's car. He was coming at such a pace that in drawing up the gears and brakes of his machine protested with unpleasant, grinding sounds. Dr Bennett seemed flushed and excited. Without any preliminaries to tell Cora that she must get into his car and hurry back to Brakewater. I had been on the wildest hunt, he said, smiling and acknowledgement to Cora's introduction to Ed and bowing to Jack, whom he had met earlier in the day. I had been all over Chelten but of course did not expect to locate you out here. Duncan Bennett possessed that manner which is at once persuasive and at the same time courteous combination of the doctor and the man. You see, he continued, I happen to over here that you are to be subpoenaed in that Robinson Payton case. In fact I heard Reid say he would have you in an hour so I determined to beat him back home, get you over the state line before he conserved the papers. Now, you had best jump right in. Cliff is waiting for us at Wilkins. We will pick her up and then fly. Oh, grass Cora, seizing at Jack's arm. I am not going to run away. I will stay right at home with my brother. Cora was as near crying as the young lady with the reputation of strength of character might safely venture. But Jack knew more of the case than he had confided to her and he instantly agreed with Dr. Bennett. Run along, sis, he advised with the jollity that makes a brave boy ever a girl's hero. I'll be after you with the others Cliff's going and I'll try to have Paul and Hazel join. If Paul is fit then with Ed and Walter say we will have the time of our lives. Get in with Dr. Bennett and I'll turn back and stop in front of the ice cream place. Of course, Reed or Roland will come along that way and of course you will be inside Cora was now climbing in beside Dr. Bennett and that is why that horrid man tried to get me to ride in town with him cried Cora. He wanted to make me take those papers. Certainly interrupt to Duncan but we have filled him thus far be sure to come to the show boys this to Ed and Jack. My crowd will be out there tonight but I suppose we will not see the children throng until tomorrow. Excuse haste and a bad pen he added laughing while Tom gave a signal on the horn. This is the time we make a run against the law. End of Chapter 27 Chapter 28 of the motor girls on a tour this Libervox recording is in the public domain. The motor girls on a tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 28 Confidences Now Tom called Duncan Bennett to his chauffeur after clip had joined Cora. You had better slow up some the young ladies may want to find out whether or not they still wear hats they had ridden fast and far. No exclaimed clip I never had such a delightful ride I suppose that is what you call being motor mad going and going until you cannot go fast enough. They say it is a disease isn't it doctor? I believe it is so defined answer Duncan with mock dignity but we are not to talk disease if you please young lady and he smiled a command which might easily be interpreted to mean you must rest from that sort of thing for a while. Cora turned to look back over the dusty road her face, usually alive to every mood was strangely set as if too anxious to venture a change of expression. Duncan from the front seat saw her look. Oh he is not coming no need to worry now we are across the state line. I never was so frightened in all my life admitted Cora not that I was afraid of going to court but I was mortally afraid we would not be able to make the running time I should have known better however for Tom had qualified before today Tom knows just how fast this machine ought to go added Duncan. I don't mind Tom hearing it either the chauffer smiled in acknowledgement to the compliment it had been a hard run and the Chilton lawyer had only turned back at the last mile post wonder where that motorcycle officer is now remarked Cora I mean Constable Hanna oh he is out having a good time on what he earned this morning said Duncan one hold up in a day is plenty for Hanna I have scarcely had a chance to speak to you clip Cora begun as her nervousness vanished I am so glad to see you well you have been looking whole vocabularies at me Cora in many and various languages said clip in her own inimitable way I have been wondering whether you had turned into a sphinx or just Liberty a clip I did have a fright suppose I should have had to give up the run and go to that stucky old courtroom well I am glad you didn't answer clips sincerely I do think that a courtroom is about the meanest place I have ever visited and I have been in a lot of queer places and the girls went on a clip whatever will they say to you two runaways what won't they say replied Duncan I am not to blame of course Miss Cora simply inveigled me into allowing her to ride with me I saw Reid pass over the back country road a moment ago interrupted Tom I might guess where he is going where asked the trio in a breath to that junk shop on the turnpike replied Tom he seems to think the shop is haunted with a valuable ghost he goes out there almost daily you mean the antique shop asked Cora oh I know he is after a table I am sure it is he who has given the order she stopped her finger on her lip Tom seemed to know so much what if he should know about the missing table have you any idea what he is after asked Cora directly well I ought to know replied Tom that he has made no secret of it he has searched every attic from breakwater to moorland I caught an old junk dealer in our barn the other morning and while I watched him get down the road I saw Reid come along of course he had hired the man to search where he himself could not go he is after some sort of ancient rustic table I believe Clip and Cora exchange meaning looks Cora had not for a moment forgotten about the antiques man promise to have the original table in a few days she was to see this and then we are not out of the woods yet I am thinking Duncan that you have undertaken a large contract you have positively agreed to have me back in Shelton by tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock oh we will see about that replied the physician with a sly look at Cora there is a telephone in breakwater Duncan Bennett if I thought I should be late for the clearing up tomorrow I would start right now declared clip most emphatically oh you won't be we will fix it so the clearing up will be late for you I suppose you think everything that ever happened is going to repeat itself tomorrow afternoon just because one miss Cecilia Thayer is going hush Duncan Cora does not know one word about it she may have guessed but that is not knowing is it Cora I confess to a keen curiosity answered Cora but as a matter of fact I expect to be very much busy myself tomorrow just now I cannot see how it is all going to be managed well when the Shelton boys arrive I guess the girls will not be so particular about their time said Duncan I fancy even the captain will have to show somebody the beauties at breakwater but Hark wasn't that Daisy I just heard a breath we are only about 10 miles from home Daisy can easily breathe that long when she is excited oh I am just taking to hear what they will say Cora and he laughed I wager Ray will be the aggrieved one she will likely manage to keep out of the work don't you think so Cora did not reply in so many words but she looked acquiescence certainly those who knew Ray appreciated her ability to take care of her own personal self at the risk of all other matters but Cora was thinking of something else of Ren and the medical report she knew better than to ask Duncan outright what might have been the result of their inquiry nevertheless she could not refrain from begging the question is little Ren happy she asked without apology for the sudden turn in their conversation well just now replied Duncan very seriously she can scarcely be expected to realise either happiness or unhappiness that we had to give her a powerful anaesthetic for an operation Cora could not refrain from asking Clip showed no curiosity and Cora knew at once that she was acquainted with the circumstances something of that kind answered Duncan vaguely but put your mind at rest the child has every chance of ultimate recovery the trouble was the wrong treatment we used purely physical training for that sort of thing could the neglect have been intentional ask Cora further she had in her mind the quack doctor so long sent to selvis by the role and branch of the family oh I wouldn't like to venture an opinion on that replied Duncan but ignorance is closely allied to negligence Clip set her deep dark eyes in a tense strained expression then they all fell to thinking and for a time conversation ceased 10 more telegraph poles and we run into breakwater announced Duncan well termied his speedometer then for our reception it seemed but two minutes at most from that announcement the Duncan's machine turned in to the Bennett estate end of chapter 28 chapter 29 of the motor girls on a tour this Libra box recording is in the public domain the motor girls on a tour by Margaret Penrose chapter 29 Mary motor maids the runaways were forgiven finally although between four and range young medical students and the sex-tet of motor girls Cora and Duncan had some difficulty in making it perfectly clear that the trip to Chelten was entirely unavoidable it was a merry party that gathered in Mrs Bennett's long drawing room that evening to make arrangements for the run over breakwater roads in the morning the girls at first refused to allow Cora a sight of the decorated cars until they should be in line but Tilly was so proud of her achievement with the whirlwind that all finally consented and directly after tea the cars in the garage and in the big barn were admired and inspected certainly the machines did credit to the fair decorators the whirlwind was transformed into a moving garden the sides being first wound with strong twine and into this were thrust all sorts of flowers in great loose bunches only the softest foliage in branches was utilized as Tilly felt responsible for the luster of the piano polish for which the whirlwind was remarkable the top of the car was like a roof garden the effect being quite simply managed for Tilly was resourceful she had stretched across the roof of the car a strong sheet of paste board into this she placed a great variety of wild flowers banking the stalks which stood into holes made in the board with soft grasses and such burns as might be depended upon not to slink in the sun wonderful exclaimed Cora with unfamed delight but what an awful lot of trouble Tilly it is for you said the German girl sincerely and you have gone to an awful lot of trouble for me besides she added you will look so queenly in that throne of flowers the compliment was rather overwhelming especially as the strange young men were there they were Duncan adding a new line of adjectives to the admiration party you may look at our car Cora assented best although you were so indifferent going away without even offering a suggestion as to what we might do as if I could anticipate Belle's talent said Cora with a laugh I feel I ought to answer to which hand when I open my eyes on her creation oh the boys all joined in with Cora and Clip in the expressions of delight for there was the pretty little run about the fly away made into a live pond lily however did you do it asked Cora actually amazed at the charming effect I shouldn't tell reply Belle who was looking very pretty at least one of the strange boys thought so it was Phil McVicar who kept track of Belle and it was the same Galant Phil who late in the afternoon helped Belle to finish up her pond lily we may all guess why Belle chose that design said Daisy who was waiting for the newcomers to pass judgement on her own run about a pond lily has a yellow head and Belle's is just about that shade it would be pretty to see a yellow head in the white petals of the improvised lily Cora satisfied her curiosity by finding out that these petals were nothing more than barrel staves covered with crushed white paper you have had an awful lot to do girls she said with genuine sincerity I am actually sorry I could not have been here to help of course mine is not so elegant remark Daisy who led the way to the other carriage house where her machine was kept but I fancy people will look at it Duncan went wild when he beheld what Daisy had rigged up a veritable circus wagon a cage in which Daisy declared she was going to sit with width in hand and Nero the big saipanard dog at her feet we made it out of clothes, poles and lace said Daisy proudly I have not taken a course in manual training for naught then the boys had to fix up their cars Duncan was tired the other boys were frisky so he nicely suggested that they do as they jolly please with his car so long as they left room for his feet of course the boys wanted something grotesque Phil suggested that they all carry out the circus idea and trail after beauty and the beast this was finally agreed too and it was Duncan's car that they turned into the caliope actually going so far as to hire the local hurdy-gurdy man to ride in it and do the calioping it looks as if our run home would be more auspicious than the trip we made in said Cora to one of the very nice young students who had offered to look over her car and see that it was in good working order we had a dreadful time coming out here but I suppose the girls have told you about it Bentley Davis otherwise called Ben admitted that the young ladies had spoken of the trip and he presumed to predict a great time for the auto meet so it went on until the boys had to go back to their hotel and the girls after discussing the thoughts of necessary and unnecessary plans finally consented to wait for the morrow tired from their enthusiasm as well as from muscular efforts the girls found their eyes scarcely locked before the bright rays of a late summer sun knocked on the tardy lids and demanded recognition was it really time to get up only the wasted hours of the evening past might be tucked on to the shortened time most things might be lengthened that way but one after the other the girls were at last awake and so quicker and quicker sped the time until horns were sounding from garage and stable and even from the roadway there come the Cheltons called Duncan as he saw Jack's car then Walters with Ed rounded the gravel driveway from that moment until car after car was upon the roads at breakwater it was a question which made the most noise the girls talking or the boys blowing signals on the auto horns Hazel had come with Jack Walters was scarcely able for the excitement so that after all the motor girls were all in the run what a parade of course Cora being captain had to lead and from the floral folds of the whirlwind floated the club flag in the newly adopted colours red and white with the gold letters NGC Motor Girls Club plainly discernible in the changing sunlight everyone in breakwater had heard that there was to be an amateur motor show but few expected it to turn out in such a fine procession the sound at the caliope was truly ludicrous to this were soon added all sorts of noises that only street urchins know to develop spontaneously nor were the young people at breakwater to be left out of the sport the numbers of them possessing automobiles fell into line after the decorated cars until the entire little summer place was agog with such excitement as the extreme originality at the visiting colonists usually affords street after street was paraded through auto after auto wheeled along horns tooting whistles screeching boys shouting girls cheering until one hour of this strenuous frolic seemed enough to satisfy motor girls and motor boys and the party went to beacon for lunch and precisely at noon leaving Tom to finish the honours by stripping the cars at their trappings and making them ready for a homeward trip Cora however was persuaded to leave her machine decorated as the flowers made a pretty picture and the return home after the three days trip seemed more auspicious when thus heralded reluctantly the adieu were made Mrs Bennett had been so hospitable and the boys such good company Duncan found an opportunity of making Clip more intimately acquainted with his mother for she was a woman glad to be the friend of the boys friends and willing to take considerable trouble to show the many little social preferences Cora insisted on the festivities breaking up on the schedule time and so did Clip Cora wanted to get to the antique shop and Clip wanted to get back to Shelton so after a delay impossible to avoid where there were so many boys and so many girls each and all wanting something to say some question to ask or some message to deliver the party finally started off on the return trip of the first regular tour of the motor girls club End of chapter 29