illac. And he, after running her car out of the grounds and parking it a little farther down the road, returned and getting in beside her, swerved out of the yard and scudded away toward town, without any further farewell to the Morton sisters.
For a long time after they were under way neither of them spoke, and after several quick glances at Dick's set countenance, Bert turned her attention to the sleepy little face against her bosom and sat looking down at it and smiling softly. "It's all easier to understand now, isn't it?" she said at last.
"Yes," said Dick, broodingly, "I'm sorry that they know."
Bert looked up at him from under her lashes. "That was a great story, wasn't it?" she said.
"Yes," said Dick. "She put it on all right; but I suppose that it isn't so far wrong, at that. It's a fair enough reason for the kidnapping."
"But," said Bert, "it's no reason for the attempted murder."
Dick shook his head doubtfully. "I don't know. I don't know," he said. "Of course I didn't actually see her abandon him. I was coming through the shrubbery. She might have become confused out there in the breakers, I suppose."
Bert screwed up her eyes. "Yes," she said, "she might; but just the same I don't think that she did."
"But," said Dick, "there always has to be a motive for a crime—and there wasn't any motive in
