Nancy could not see the face of the driver, for it was turned away from her. But suddenly he opened the door of his car.

"I'm goin' inside and get a couple bottles of ginger ale," she heard him grumble to his companions.

As he stepped from the automobile and turned, Nancy saw his face. He was the mysterious man who had spoken to her that day on the train!

In view of the telephone call George had received, Nancy did not wish to be observed. She turned her head quickly, leaned down, and pretended to be studying a road map. "I hope he doesn't recognize me!" Nancy thought, "or see my license plate!"

To her relief, the man walked in front of the convertible without a sideward glance. At that moment the woman alighted and walked toward the lunchroom, passing close to Nancy's car. She was tall and slender, with blond hair that was almost shoulder length. Nancy's attention was suddenly arrested when she detected on the stranger a familiar scent-Blue Jade perfume!

After the driver and the blond woman had entered the lunchroom, Nancy gazed at the two men who remained in the automobile. They were the sort Carson Drew would describe as "tough customers."

The blond woman soon reappeared and got back into the sedan. Then the driver came out carrying the cold drinks. Without looking in Nancy's direction, he addressed the attendant harshly.

"Say, ain't you finished yet?" He turned to one of the men in the car and handed him the bottles of ginger ale.

"Hold these, will you, Hank? I got to pay this bird!"

Nancy started. "That man in Room 305 called one of his friends 'Hank' over the telephone," she said to herself. "Could he be this person?"

Her attention was drawn back to the driver, who was paying the attendant. He took a thick roll of bills from his pocket, and with a careless gesture peeled off a ten-dollar bill.

"Aren't you afraid to carry such a wad around, sir?" the attendant questioned, gazing admiringly at the thick roll.