I see. All
right. We'll be there. Yes, wait for us."
As Craig hung up the receiver, we crowded forward. "Have they
found her?" asked Lockwood hoarsely.
"It was from Burke," replied Kennedy deliberately. "He is at a
place called Cold Stream, twelve miles from here. He tells me that
we can find it easily--on a state road, at a sharp curve that has
been widened out, just this side of the town. There has been an
accident--Whitney's car is wrecked."
Lockwood seized his elbow. "My God," he exclaimed, "tell me--she
isn't--hurt, is she? Quick!"
"So far Burke has not been able to discover a trace of a thing,
except the wrecked car," replied Kennedy. "I told him I would be
over directly. Lockwood, you may take Jameson and Alfonso. I will
go with the Senora and their driver."
I saw instantly why he had divided the party. Neither mother nor
son was to have a chance to slip away from us. Surely both
Lockwood and I should be a match for Alfonso. Senora de Moche he
would trust to none but himself.
Eagerly now we prepared for the journey, late though it was. No
one now had a thought of rest. There could be no rest with that
mystery of Inez challenging us.
We were off at last, Lockwood's car leading, for although he did
not know the roads exactly, he had driven much about the country.
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