Of course the girls were disappointed that they could not enjoy any of the inn attractions that night, for a hop was in progress, but Mrs. Robinson insisted, and the young men reluctantly agreed with her, that it was not only wisest, but actually imperative that each one of the girls go directly to her room, take a warm bath and then a hot drink, and "get right into bed." Cora and Jack, however, had a short talk over their tea cups, Cora insisting upon knowing just what was the matter with the ignition system of her car, for she declared, since it was so simple a matter for the young men to fix, it surely could not have been difficult for her to have understood and set it right. As the trouble was really nothing more than the short circuiting of a wire, along with weak batteries, it was easy enough for Jack to explain it to her and how to remedy it. On her part Cora had to tell her brother of the accident to the _Whirlwind_, and the sudden precipitation into the "City of the Dead," then the "escape" of the chauffeur, and the fright of all the party when "just girls and women" found themselves helpless and deserted in that lonely place. Jack could not find words to express his indignation for the behavior of the man who was hired to take the party to the Wayside Inn. The ride from Chelton was one that might have been made safely under almost any road conditions, and from the Wayside to Lookout Beach the two ladies were to go by rail on the following morning. "But suppose," ventured Cora, when, after a turn about the big porch, she was about to say good night to her brother, "that man goes back to that graveyard, and spends the night searching for us? We should have left a note, and a light at the door of the big vault." "It would do that fellow all sorts of good to spend a night in a graveyard," returned Jack, "and, for my part, I would like to have the chance to slide a vault door shut on him, and give him an hour or so of silent meditation." "You haven't told me about the detectives," said Cora, who was standing at the door, reluctant to leave her brother. "What did they actually say, Jack?" "The detectives!" he repeated vaguely. Then he recalled all about his positive engagement with the two officers--his engagement made to take Cora's place in the interview. And he had broken his word with Cora! "Can't you tell me something they said?" she urged. "I know it is awfully late, and you can give me the details to-morrow, but I am so anxious to hear--just a word or two." "Why, I didn't see them," he blurted out, finally. "Didn't they come?" "Not while I was--home." "Then they must have been delayed--the trolleys from Squaton are so unreliable," said Cora. "I suppose they got to the house after you had started out? But I am not sorry you didn't wait for them," she added with a sigh, "else we might still be in the graveyard."