Bonner was his own chauffeur and he was a reckless one to-day.

Luck was against him at the outset.

The vigorous old detective inspired to real speed, for the first time in his lackadaisacal life, left the newspaper men at the bridge nearly three-quarters of an hour before Bonner passed the same spot, driving furiously up the hill toward Judge Brewster's.
"If your bothersome old daddy gets his eyes on Barnes before I can head him off, dearest, the jig will be up," groaned Bonner, the first words he had spoken in miles.

"Barnes will be on his guard and ready for anything.

The old--pardon me, for saying it--the old jay ought to know the value of discretion in a case like this." "Poor old daddy," she sighed, compassion in her heart.