New Britain herald., 1923-03-19
The Reckless Ruse NIadge Tried and
 the Race She Ran

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 As saw the gray limousine ap- proaching-the same car, l was sure which had trailed my taxi on Firth avenue, feeling of panic almost made me lose control Of the wheel, l. lasted for only the traction of q second however. and then l forced my brain to planning my course.
 Tlat they were looking for me it was foolish to question, after Lillians warning.
 With the thought that there was orc chance in Il tho lsanl of their not recognizing me if ucnt over the wheel and dashed past them, l crouchcd low, and pressed my foot on tho acceerator. But before the car had covered much more than its own length the vision of my little lad stopped me. They must not be per mitted to come near him.
 Ii they obtained a good look at me- I reasoned, they would, no doubt, turn the car and start in pursuit of me. and even if l eluded them, which, with sinking heart, I doubted, they would realize that my trail led away from the farmhouse instead of toward it.
 The car was almost upon me, pro- ceeding at a leisurely pace, and guessed that someone within it was watching the road. Being careful no, to stall my engine. I brought my own car to a stop. held out my hand in the usual motorists signal for aid.
 "What Do You Want?"
 The gray limousine slowed, swung in so close to me that the lenders of the two cars almost touched. had left myself plenty of space at the right, however and l had my car ready for touch to send it onwarc. But I needed all the resolution I had to keep myself sanely poised when I saw in the car the fashionably yash- mak-veiled woman, who, I was sure, was Grace Draper.
 She neither moved nor spoke as the car halted. Only her eyes gleamed in- scrutaby between the folds of the veil shrouding her face. But a power ful-looking man at her side growled discourteously:
 What do you want?"
 Just this,'' I said rapidly. You will find nobody you wish at the farm house. Mrs. Underwood and my father have gone to Washington, and I am on my way to New York for two days
 I did not wait for an answer, for at my words both the chauffeur and the big man sprang to the ground. I missed the leap of one to the running board. the snatch at the wheel of the other by the fraction of an inch and a second. And then I was tearing down the road, getting every ounc. of speed out of my small car. men, tally calculating the chances of reach ing some village, or farmhouse before they should overtake me.
 A Quick Decision
 It was an almost hopeless outlook. I knew, for I had been over the road sufficiently to remember that I was upon particularly lonely stretch. Nol use either to appeal to any passing motorist, even if car should come in | sight, There was more than chance that the motorist would not stop, ana l should lose valuable time by slowing up.
 Never in my motoring career have ever thought l would long to see motorcycle officer halt my car, but I subconsciously prayed for a sight of the familiar uniform, even though I knew how hopeless the petition was. It was the season of the year when the | force numbers it's fewest men, and each has an immense amount of ter ritory to cover.
 I did not dare to turn my head at the speed l was going, but I knew if l no accident had befallen the gray limousine it would be upon me be- fore many more minutes or perhaps seconds. It was a powerful, costly car--in comparison to it's engine mine i was a child's wind-up toy-its chauf- feur was an experienced driver. and | the race could have but one conclu 1 sion.