“Then, madam, if you will go back to Helen and promise not to be too hard with her I will attend to it.”
“Was your father’s name Edwin Gladwin?” asked Mrs. Burton, looking at him with a swift change of expression as he led her back to the room he called his den.
“Yes,” said the young man, “but if you will excuse me I will endeavor to get rid of all these policemen.”
He suddenly darted from her and descended the stairs.
CHAPTER XLI.
THE ESCAPE.
While he had not the slightest notion where the picture expert had managed to conceal himself during his own enforced absence from the scene of the chase, Travers Gladwin was confident that the man was capable of outwitting an army of the sort of man-hunters who were swarming within and without the aristocratic premises.
When he caught sight of Whitney Barnes and Sadie in a tender confab that was just about to frond out into the full foliage of a romantic climax, it was on his tongue to bid them carry their hearts upstairs and string them together in a more secluded spot. They beat him to his own suggestion, and were gone before he could utter a syllable.