As this was a holiday, probably he would not take the money to the bank until the following morning.
Hastily thanking him, Mary listened a moment for coming footsteps, then called up Oatley Crest.

To her disappointment a maid answered her.

The family had all gone to take dinner with the James Oatleys, and would not be home until late at night.

No, she did not know where the place was--some twenty miles away she thought.

They had gone in a touring-car.
Baffled in her pursuit, Mary turned away, perplexed and anxious.