I'll leave you at Bonner Place with mother and Edith, and I'll hurry back to Tinkletown." The excitement was too much for Rosalie's nerves.

She was in a state of physical collapse when he set her down at his uncle's summer home half an hour later.

Leaving her to explain the situation to the curious friends, he set speed again for Tinkletown, inwardly cursing Anderson Crow for a meddling old fool.
In the meantime Tinkletown was staring open-mouthed upon a new sensation.

The race between Anderson and Bonner was hardly under way when down the main street of the town came a jaded team and surrey.
Behind the driver sat a pretty young woman with an eager expression on her pale face, her gaze bent intently on the turn in the street which hid Anderson Crow's home from view.

Beside the young woman lounged another of her sex, much older, and to all appearances, in a precarious state of health.