“I know you can’t talk, but you can answer me by nodding or shaking your head. You are Harold Hervey, aren’t you?”
The eyes of the ape were hopeless. Tyler gasped, staring at Bentley as though for a moment he thought him crazy. But in the next instant he doubted his own sanity, for the ape, slowly and ponderously, nodded his head.
“I’m going to name a number of places where I think you might have been taken,” went on Bentley. “In each case nod or shake your head. Is it near Sixth Avenue?”
Slowly the great head moved, more slowly even than before; but it nodded.
“Where? Below Twenty-third Street?”
Again the ponderous, agonizing nod.
Bentley went on.
“Below Fourteenth Street?”
Again the nod, barely perceptible this time.
“Below Christopher Street?” asked Bentley.