Chapter 35: The Moon in the Wilderness

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​⁠Two ladies and their maid were getting out. An American young man was helping them down. The grey car was not a Lecomte. The owner, his chauffeur, and the three women were of types entirely different from those we sought.

The discovery, coming after such exaltation of hope, was like a blow over the heart.

“Hard luck,” exclaimed Dick. “But Carmona’s car must be somewhere.”

“If it ever started,” I said