"Now that is all that there was to the incident and there was no reason why it should have impressed itself upon Bert's mind, excepting that that little brain of hers simply files away everything that comes along, and has it where she can lay her logic upon it any minute that it will dovetail with any other factors of any problem that may come to her attention. And so when I telephoned that they had carried you off, her wits flashed over the fact that they would need an isolated place to take you to, and that the place of the picnic exactly filled the bill. And so there you are."
"Well," said Evalani, with a deep breath, "I certainly am glad that Mrs. Sands went to that picnic."
"Am I?" asked Dick, reaching for her hand again. And then he went on, gravely: "I have some other news for you, too, dear."
Evalani looked up anxiously at the tone of his voice. He leaned nearer, still holding her hand. "Carter McKnight went back to the bungalow last night, after we left," he said.
"Yes?" said Evalani, quickly. "How do you know? What happened?"
Dick went on very quietly. "He was pretty drunk by that time, I guess; and when he found that you were gone, he started speeding back to town, by the same way that you went out, by Leilehua;—and—at one point he rounded a curve right into the face
