Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Fiction
"Then I'll come with pleasure." Douglas helped Eleanor into the low
seat of the motor, and clambered in behind the wheel. "I'm awfully
sorry there isn't a third seat, Colonel, and that I can't take you
where you wish to go."
"I left my car down by the curb; thanks all the same, Douglas," and
Thornton waved a friendly good-bye to Eleanor as the motor started
slowly down the driveway.
"If you have no objection, I will stop at the Municipal Building for a
moment, Miss Thornton," said Douglas, turning the car into Thirteenth
Street.
"I don't mind in the least. What a magnificent motor!"
"Isn't it?" with enthusiasm, as he steered safely between another
machine and a delivery wagon. "My chief in Tokio has one just like
this, and I learned to run his car."
As they crossed K Street he put on the emergency brakes hard and the
motor stopped just in time, as a touring car shot in front of them and
disappeared down the street. When the car was again under way, Douglas
turned to the silent girl by his side.
"That was the Japanese Ambassador, was it not?"
"Yes."
"He seemed to be in the devil of a hurry; it was a near smash."
"A little too near for comfort." Eleanor drew a long breath. "I noticed
some luggage in his car--oh, take care!" as the motor skidded toward
the gutter.
"I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to frighten you," said Douglas, as
he applied the brake going down Thirteenth Street hill to Pennsylvania
Avenue. "That chap got on my nerves; I don't care if he is an
ambassador, and exempt from arrest, he has no business to be breaking
our rules and regulations."
"Come, now, didn't you break some rules when in Japan?" asked Eleanor,
her lovely face dimpling into a smile. Douglas started slightly, but
she apparently did not notice his discomfiture. "Judging from the
luggage in the car, and the rate at which they were going, I imagine
the Ambassador was trying to catch a train."
"It does look that way." Douglas brought the car to a standstill before
one of the entrances to the Municipal Building. "I won't be a minute,
Miss Thornton."
"Don't hurry on my account," called Eleanor after him.
Brett was still out, so Douglas gave the note he had written when
waiting for Eleanor at the Carews' to the attendant, first adding a
postscript and enclosing it in a large envelope, with instructions that
it was to be delivered to the detective immediately on his return.
Then, with a lighter heart, he hastened out of the building and
rejoined Eleanor.
"Where do you wish to go, Miss Thornton?" he asked, as they started
slowly up Pennsylvania Avenue.
Eleanor considered a moment before answering. "Suppose we go out the
Conduit Road," she said finally.
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