"
"Was he alone?" asked Craig.
"Yes--and then I saw him driving back again when I went down, to
the station for some new shoes we had expressed up. Just a flying
trip, I guess--or does he expect you?"
"I don't think he does," returned Craig truthfully.
"I saw a couple of other cars go up there. House party?"
"Maybe you'd call it that," returned Craig with a twinkle of the
eye. "Did you see any ladies?"
"No," returned the chauffeur. "Just a man driving his own car and
another with a driver."
"There wasn't a lady with Mr. Whitney?" asked Craig, now rather
anxious.
"Neither time."
I saw what he was driving at. The Senora might have got up there
in any fashion without being noticed. But for Inez not to be with
Whitney, nor with the two who must evidently have been Lockwood
and Alfonso, was indeed strange. Could it be that we were only
half right--that they had gathered here but that Inez had really
disappeared?
The young man set us down at Smith's Corner and it proved to be
only about an eighth of a mile up the road and up-hill when
Whitney's house burst in sight, silhouetted against the sky.
There were lights there and it was evident that several people had
gathered for some purpose.
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