"Well, what have you to tell?" demanded the young lieutenant,
impatiently.

"I was on my way back here," Eph continued. "Guess, maybe, I was eight
blocks or so away from here. I had been to the hotels that I agreed to
visit, and--"

"Why did you go to the hotel, anyway, after you knew Benson had sighted
Millard?" broke in the Army officer.

"Because it wasn't a sure thing that Jack had seen Millard. He thought
so, and so did we. But, after we left him, the auto ran along slowly,
and we heard no row behind, so we guessed that maybe Jack had been wrong
in his guess. At least, Hal and I figured it out that way. So I went
to the hotels on my list, just the same, and I guess you did, didn't
you, Hal?"

"Yes," nodded Hastings.

"This isn't bringing us, very fast, to your latest adventure," complained
young Ridder.

"It's your fault, then," continued Eph, placidly. "You asked a question,
and I answered it."

"Well, what about meeting the woman in a gray dress and veil?"

"I met her," retorted Eph.

"Could you see through the veil?"