It was not until nightfall that the boys learned what had become of the touring car. Then they found a boy who had seen the car, with three men and two women in it, speeding towards the Albany road. This lad took them to the very spot where he had seen the car.
"One of the ladies was terribly excited," said the lad. "When she saw me, she shouted something and then threw one of her hair combs at me. Here is the comb now."
"It must be Mrs. Stanhope's," was Dick's comment. "She wanted it to be used to trace her by."
"It is hers," said Sam. "I remember, she had a pair of them."
"What did she shout?" asked Dick.
"I couldn't make out, exactly. It sounded like Boston—but I ain't sure."
"Boston?" repeated Dick. "Oh, it can't be! That is too far away."
"They might be headed for Boston. There is a fine road for autos from Albany to the Hub—the old post-road," said Tom.
"I'll telephone along the line and try to find out where they went," answered Dick.
It was not until the next day that word came in from Albany that the automobile had been seen in that city. It had stopped at a garage to have tire fixed. No one was in it at the time but a
