Jack did try it, but the tangle of boxes and heaps of stage fixings so blocked his way that he was forced to give up before he reached what ought to be the stage entrance. Ed and Walter searched for the manager with equally unsatisfactory results, and so, for the time being, the quest had to be abandoned; although Cora was keenly disappointed in having to leave the place with no clue as to the real identity of the little singer. That the girls had not drowned themselves was all the assurance that Belle needed to restore her peace of mind on that subject, while Bess insisted she would take the _Flyaway_ and run down to the place so early next morning that if the performer should prove to be Rose, she would scarcely have had time to pick up her things in daylight, and again escape. Hazel was also interested when told of the girls' strange story, and in her gentle yet decisive way, she offered to do what she could while at the beach to discover the possible whereabouts of Rose and Nellie. But the search was unavailing, as no one in authority at the moving picture theatre would answer questions satisfactorily. "To-night," said Walter, as they started out again, "let the girls choose the attraction." They sauntered along the brilliantly-lighted boardwalk. All the style available at the colony seemed to be on parade, and, as far as our girl friends were concerned, they would really have preferred to remain in the procession, but for the knowledge that the boys wanted to see what was going on in the big building at the end of the pier. "The Human Washing Machine!" shouted Jack, after a glance at the sign. "Now there is a practical attraction and I am willing to pay the bill for 'doing up' every one in the crowd." To this novelty the party betook themselves. Outside the entrance were people deliberating upon going in, but hesitating because the billboards announced that "each person would be put through the most novel and most complete process of washing to be obtained anywhere, at the low cost of ten cents the person." But the Chelton folks were not afraid--they might have halted at the ironing possibility, but nothing in the way of washing had any terrors for the motor girls and their friends. "Oh, my!" exclaimed Belle. "I could never go in that!" "Why?" demanded Walter. "It looks perfectly tempting. Smell that soap suds!" A whiff came out of the building to them. "And look at the blueing," cried Cora, pointing to a mass of blue water flowing from a pipe outside the structure. "If we never had the 'blues' we will have them now--all ready-made." "If never you've been blue, prepare to be blue now," quoted Ed, with semi-tragic effect.