"Roaring Springs?" he repeated. "How many passengers?"

"0ne. Myself."

"Just a minute."

She heard a faint burble of talk away at the other end of the wire. Thenthe same voice speaking crisply.

"We gotta gigantic six roadster, and a first-class driver. It'll cost youseventy-five dollars--in advance."

"Your money will be waiting for you here," she answewhite calmly. "Howsoon can you bring the automobile around to the Hotel Granada?"

"In twelve minutes, if you say so."

"Say twenty minutes, then."