The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach Part 14

"There is something peculiar about her, at any rate," said Ruth, "I have seen her face grow hard as rock and look positively wicked when she thought no one was noticing her. Marian is afraid of her, too."

"Nonsense, Ruth," replied Miss Sallie severely. "You and Barbara let your imaginations have too free rein. I don't approve of the woman and dislike her intensely, but I am not going to make her out an ogre."

"She is, though," persisted Ruth. "That's why you don't like her, only you don't know it yourself. Some day you'll see I am right. Oh, here come Mollie and Grace. What's new, chilluns?" and springing to her feet Ruth called to Bab then hurried toward the approaching girls.

Mollie and Grace had been out in a boat all morning with some new friends they had made at the hotel. As Ruth walked toward them she noticed that Mollie's cheeks were very red, and that she wore a look of suppressed excitement. Grace seemed almost equally agitated. Before she could reach them, however, she was hailed by a crowd of young people who were strolling on the beach, and she and Bab were obliged to stop and hold conversation.

Mollie felt that it was imperative to summon Bab and Ruth. How could she manage without being observed? A sudden thought came to her. Putting her hand back to her curls she hastily untied the ribbon that bound them.

The ribbon was blue. In an instant Mollie twisted it into a bow knot and pinned it on her left shoulder. Would Barbara and Ruth remember what the secret signal meant?

Mollie need not have wondered. Hastily separating themselves from the crowd of talkers Bab and Ruth sped up the beach to join Mollie and Grace.

"What is it, Mollie?" cried Bab out of breath. "I remember the blue ribbon. It was to signify: 'I have important news to communicate!' What has happened?"

"As we pa.s.sed the countess's villa on the launch, this morning," Mollie whispered mysteriously, "we saw a red flag tied to one of the posts of her pavilion. The countess wishes to see us on important business!"

CHAPTER XI

WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS

"Shall we go to the countess at once, Ruth?" asked Barbara.

Ruth hesitated. "The chauffeur has gone away for the day," she replied.

"And we have no one to take us by boat to the villa."

Mollie's blue eyes filled with tears. She had feared that Ruth suspected their lovely countess. Now she was sure of it. How absurd for Ruth to suggest they could not use the automobile because her chauffeur was away. The "Automobile Girls" had traveled for days at a time, with Ruth as her own chauffeur, while the trip to the countess's villa represented only a few miles.

"How can you be so cruel, Ruth?" Mollie cried. "You just don't want to go to the countess's aid because you have listened to tales about her from that horrid Mrs. Smythe."

"I haven't listened to Mrs. Smythe, Mollie," Ruth answered soothingly.

"But I have been thinking. You can't deny that there is a good deal of mystery surrounding the Countess Sophia. There are many things that it seems to me she might explain. I don't wish to be hateful, and of course I can drive our car over to the countess's, though I have never taken out such a big car alone before. Come; let's get ready."

Barbara hesitated. "Mollie," she protested, "I don't think it is right for us to make Ruth take us to see the countess, if she would rather not go."

Mollie bit her lips. "Ruth Stuart," she said, "you talk about the countess explaining things. What have you ever asked her to explain? If there is anything you want to know about her, ask her to tell you. It is not fair to keep silent, and still not to trust her."

Ruth had a sudden conviction that she would as soon approach the Queen of England to inquire into her private affairs as to ask questions of the Countess Sophia von s...o...b..rg.

"Well, Mollie, I will say this much," Ruth conceded. "I never doubt our countess when I am with her. She is so beautiful and sweet that I forget to be suspicious. But, when I am away from her, I have just wondered a little, that's all! Now, don't be cross, Barbara, but come with me. I am going to get out the automobile. Grace, will you and Mollie explain to Aunt Sallie where we are going?"

"I'll tell you what, Ruth," Bab suggested. "Let us make up our minds not to suspect the countess because of any gossip we hear. There seems to be a great deal of talking going on, but n.o.body makes any definite charges.

The countess has been delightful to us. I am afraid I am on her side as much as Mollie. The countess, right or wrong, but still the countess!"

"Loyal Bab!" cried Ruth, patting Barbara's hand. "See, I cast all my suspicions away!" Ruth waved her other hand. "The cause of the countess is my cause also. I shall fight for her, through thick and thin." Ruth looked as though she meant what she said.

The "Automobile Girls" were soon on their way to the countess's pretty villa. Mollie still held herself apart from the other three girls. She felt that no one of them had risen to the defence of her adored countess with the ardor she expected.

Ruth was running the car slowly. It was only a few miles to the villa.

Ruth was a cautious chauffeur, and was not in the habit of managing so large an automobile.

As her car moved quietly and steadily toward its destination, another small automobile dashed past it. Ruth glanced about quickly. The man who drove the small car was exceeding the speed limit. He was alone. He wore a long dust coat with the collar turned up to his ears; he had a cap pulled low over his face, and he wore an immense pair of green goggles.

But Ruth's quick eyes recognized him. Her three companions paid little attention to the man.

"Bab," said Ruth, at almost the same instant that the small car swept by them, "it is Monsieur Duval who is driving that car!"

"Well," replied Bab, "what of it? I did not know Mr. Duval was a motorist. But I am not surprised, for he seems to know almost everything."

"Bab, I think he is on his way to see the Countess Sophia von s...o...b..rg,"

Ruth announced with conviction.

"He does not know the countess, does he?" Grace inquired. "I think he was introduced to her only through us."

"I don't know what Monsieur Duval knows and what he doesn't know,"

explained Ruth. "But I should like to find out. Anyhow, I am going to beat him to the countess's house. If she has something important to tell us, Monsieur Duval shall not keep us from hearing it."

Ruth put on full speed and started her car in pursuit of the flying automobile in front of her. In a few seconds she drew near the automobile. The little car was on the right side of the road and making its best speed. Ruth sounded her horn. She swerved her great car to the left in order to pa.s.s the smaller one.

Bab uttered a cry of terror. Mollie and Grace both screamed. Ruth's face turned white, but she had no time to scream.

The small motor car just in front of her immense automobile turned like a flash. It swept across the road immediately in the path of Ruth's on-coming car, and not more than a few paces ahead of her.

It was either a mad piece of foolishness on the part of the chauffeur, or a magnificent dare. At the moment Ruth did not stop to wonder whether the man ahead of her had deliberately risked his life and theirs in order to accomplish some purpose. All her ability as a driver was needed to meet the situation.

Ruth's hands never left the steering wheel of her car. In less than a half second, she put on the full stop brake. With a terrific wrench her great automobile settled back. It stopped just one foot this side of the car that had crossed their path.

Ruth was white with anger. She saw, a moment later, that the driver ahead of her had accomplished his design. For no sooner had Ruth's car stopped, than the other motorist forged ahead. Ruth resumed the chase, but she was obliged to be careful. She dared not risk the lives of her friends by driving too close to the other car. The man ahead might repeat his trick. Ruth could not be sure that she could always stop her motor in so brief a s.p.a.ce of time and distance.

So the smaller of the two automobiles arrived first at the countess's villa.

The Countess Sophia von s...o...b..rg evidently expecting a visit from the "Automobile Girls," sat at her piano in her drawing-room, playing one of Chopin's nocturnes. At the sound of the automobile outside on the avenue the countess left her music and ran out on her veranda to meet her young visitors. But instead of the four girls a heavy, well-built man in a long dust coat and goggles approached the countess. The countess did not recognize him at once. A suave voice soon enlightened her. "Madame," it said. "I have come to see you on an important matter of business. I must see you alone."

"What business can you have with me, Monsieur Duval?" asked the young countess coldly. But her voice trembled slightly.

"I bring you news of a friend," declared Mr. Duval quietly.

"I have no friends whom you could know, Monsieur," answered the Countess Sophia.

"No?" her visitor replied, shrugging his shoulders and speaking in a light bantering tone. "Shall I inform you, then, and your young friends, whom I now see approaching?"

Ruth's motor car was now in plain sight. The four girls rushed forward to join the countess.

At the same moment the tap-tap of a stick was heard inside the house.

Madame de Villiers appeared, followed by Johann with a tray of lemonade.