“Oh, yes,” murmured Fay feebly. “I forgot.”
Mrs. Brunton and Whittall looked dumfounded. As for me, I simply could not believe my ears.
“Where did you go?” asked Mme. Storey.
“I ... I was just driving around for the air. I don’t remember exactly.”
“According to the custom of the garage,” Mme. Storey continued, “a reading of the speedometer was taken when the car went out, and again when it was returned. The elapsed mileage was twenty miles. That is just the distance to Riverdale and back.”
Fay sat up suddenly. “I never went to Riverdale!” she cried sharply.
“Then where did you go?” persisted Mme. Storey.
A deep blush overspread Fay’s face and neck. “Well, if you must know,” she said a little defiantly, “I picked up Frank Esher in front of his house and took him for a drive.”
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