Del Mar's man, who had never seen Jennings, ran to his master and the little old man, in his new disguise, slipped quietly into the hall and out the front door, where he had a taxicab waiting for him, down the street.
A moment later I burst open the other library door and Aunt Josephine followed me in, just as Jennings himself and Marie entered from the drawing-room.
It was only a moment before we had Del Mar, who was most in need of care, on the sofa and Elaine, already regaining consciousness, lay back in a deep easy chair.
As Del Mar moved, I turned again to Elaine who was now nearly recovered.
"How do you feel?" I asked anxiously.
Her throat was parched by the asphyxiating fumes, but she smiled brightly, though weakly.
"Wh-where did I get that?" she managed to gasp finally, catching sight of the rose in her hand. "Did you put it there?"
I shook my head and she gazed at the rose, wondering.
Whoever the little man was, he was gone.
I longed for Craig.