Just as Elaine and Kennedy were moving off, I came out of the
vacant store, with Bennett and the detectives.
"Craig!" I called. "Where are you going?"
Kennedy stuck his head out of the window and I am quite sure that
he was not altogether displeased that I was not with him.
"Chasing that limousine," he shouted back. "Follow us in another
car."
A moment later he and Elaine were gone.
Bennett and I looked about.
"There are a couple of cabs--down there," I pointed out at the
other end of the block. "I'll take one you take the other."
Followed by a couple of the detectives, I jumped into the first
one I came to, excitedly telling the driver to follow Kennedy's
taxi, directing him with my head out of the window.
"Mr. Jameson, please--can't I go with you?"
I turned. It was Susie Martin. "One of you fellows, go in the
other car," I asked the detectives.
Before the man could move, Mr. Martin himself appeared.
"No, Susan, I--I won't allow it," he ordered.
"But Elaine went," she pouted.
"Well, Elaine is--ah--I won't have it," stormed Martin.
There was no time to waste. With a hasty apology, I drove off.
Who, besides Bennett, went in the other car, I don't know, but it
made no difference, for we soon lost them. Our driver, however,
was a really clever fellow. Far ahead now we could see the
limousine drive around a corner, making a dangerous swerve.
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