"Dr. Bennet? Oh, I see. He is in a hurry, too, to get to Chelton." (If Cora could have seen the flash that shot through the lawyer's brain at that moment.) "Well, of course, he ought to be allowed to go--although we all have to keep within the speed limit." "They are coming now," said Cora joyously, for the interview was anything but pleasant. "I will tell Dr. Bennet of your kindness." The man cranked up instantly, excusing his haste with a glance at his watch. "Well," he said, "I have a noon appointment, so I may as well hurry on. Good morning, Miss Kimball. I suppose we shall see each other again in Chelton, as we both are interested, I believe, in the same affair--finding the promise book and finding the lost table." Then he was off. Duncan, Tom and the two officers were up to the car before Cora had quite recovered herself. "That was Reed, miss, wasn't it?" asked Tom sharply. "Yes," replied Cora. "Well, he's a cool one," went on Tom, while Duncan looked after the receding car. "Do you know him, if I may ask?" "Yes, and no," said Cora nervously, for the constable and justice were looking at her with some impertinence. "I thought so. His usual game. He makes himself known. Now see here," said Tom, in a manner that made Cora think of Paul--perhaps Tom loved machines as did Paul, and was more than an ordinary chauffeur--"that man is a keen lawyer, Dr. Bennet, and he has some purpose in delaying you." "Delaying me!" echoed Duncan. "No," interrupted Cora. "It is in me he seems to have the interest, for he asked me to ride back to Chelton with him. Oh, I know!" she exclaimed. "It is in Wren! He is the lawyer who has to do with Mrs. Salvey's case, and he is trying to keep Dr. Bennet away from Chelton to-day. He must have heard that you were on the case," declared Cora, as the whole strange proceeding seemed to flash before her excited mind. "That's bad!" groaned Duncan. The officials were talking at one side of the road. "Look here, squire," called Tom, "this is all a putup game. You have no proof that we were going faster than the law allows. That sneak Reed simply told you so. Now own up, Hanna. Am I not right?" "He sure said so," grumbled Hanna. "And you had only his word?" asked the old justice angrily. "I saw the smoke from that car, and--" "Well, I'm goin' to let you go," asserted the judge. "I don't like this here kind of business, Hanna, and I want you after this to have all your charges first hand. Don't take no tips from nobody, d'ye hear?" Hanna smiled. He had his hand in his pocket, and it may as well be told that there was also in the pocket something which resigned him to letting the automobilists go. Reed had attended to the compensation. "Just as you say, judge," remarked the constable.