horn to tell him that she was close in his wake. And then, from farther back came the dreaded sound of the syren of a "speed-cop." In an instant Bert's car shot up beside his. She leaned out. "Go on. Mix with the traffic and slow down. I'll stall him and cover your number if I can. Go to it!" And she dropped back.
Dick cut in desperately between two autos, shot in front of a street-car, slid along beside an army truck, slowed down to normal speed and was trundling along nonchalantly though as rapidly as was safe when, some few moments later, the "speed-cop" dashed past, intent upon the reckless driver whom he supposed that he was chasing.
When he was well out of the way, Dick put on top speed again and swung around into the road leading to Kahala, where, fortunately, there were for the moment but few cars, and nothing to hinder his dash for the place which Bert had named. Once at the little settlement, he had to stop for a moment to ask which was the Walter's bungalow; and then on again, swirling into a gate and across to the lanai at a most unholy speed.
By the time that he was out of the car, Kat Morton stood in the doorway, looking rather pale but cheerfully self-possessed. "Why, Mr. Harris!" she exclaimed, artlessly, "What a whirlwind person you are. And so you've found our little nest, have you?"
