"
"But didn't you hear us talking and calling?" asked Amy.
"No," answered Mollie. "You see the room is some distance from the front
of the house. And I was too frightened to know what I was doing.
Besides, I fainted, at first, you know. And I thought you girls would
run when--when you saw that white thing that grabbed me. I was
disappointed when you were not at the auto here."
"What was--what was it that grabbed you?" faltered Amy, in awed tones.
"You needn't be so mysterious about it," laughed Mollie. She could laugh
now--the strain was over. "It was a man who grabbed me, I'm certain of
that. And a man I have seen before!"
"Seen before!" cried Betty. "What do you mean? Who was he?"
"I don't know. But what I do know is that he had a queer scar on the
hand that grabbed me. And somewhere--I can't recall now, I'm in such a
flutter--I've seen that man and his scar before."
"Try to think," urged Mr. Blackford. "We must get at the bottom of this
outrage, and if you can give us a clue it will help a lot."
"I can't think now," protested Mollie, weakly. "Maybe it will come to me
later. Oh, what a night! If only our auto would work we could get
to--some place."
"Suppose you let me have a look," suggested Mr. Blackford. "I know
something of the mechanism of a car."
"Oh, if you can only get this one to--mote!" sighed Mollie.
Mr.
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