but the maid who answered the 'phone, told him that Mrs. Sands had gone to town and had left no word as to when she would return. Bert never did have a schedule for her movements. And so he went back to his car and headed for Waikiki, hoping to find her in her home by the time that he might reach there; for without some suggestion from her, he had not the faintest clue as to which way to turn.
But the Fates were good to him; for only a short distance out King street, he saw Bert's little grey car ahead in the traffic, and began a series of eager cut-ins in an effort to catch up with her. At last, as traffic slowed down for a disgorging street-car, he drew in beside her. "Bert!" he called; "They've stolen Evalani's baby!"
Bert leaned out of her car. "Who? The Mortons?"
"Yes. Haven't they a place at Kailua?"
"They're not there. They're at Kahala, at the Walter's place. Mrs. Walters loaned it to them for a few days. She told me this morning. Get out there quick! Go Waialae Road way. Step on it!"
And Dick shot past the street-car, slithered his way through the traffic and sped on out toward Kahala Beach, some seven miles from town.
Waialae Road is a busy street and crowded with traffic; but Dick saw no cars except the immediate ones which he had to dodge, slewing here and there, in front, behind, on this side and on that; and hearing now and then from behind the touch of Bert's
