“Eh? What’s this? Where did you get this?”
Then Frank told the professor of his adventure at the Derby, much to the little man’s astonishment and dismay.
“Dreadful!” exclaimed Scotch. “It seems to have been an attempt on your life.”
“That’s the way it looks,” admitted the boy.
“Are you to be followed by it here? I did hope we might escape trouble here in London! It seems that you are fated to be continually in deadly peril!”
“Well, I must confess that I am not given time for my blood to grow stagnant. As soon as one thing passes, another comes on.”
“It is an outrage! Why it is I am unable to say. What have you done now, that an attempt should be made on your life?”
“That is what I would like to have you tell me.”
“It must be because you discovered the infernal machine in the House. I can see no other explanation.”
“And that is not a satisfactory explanation, for it does not seem that any one but a maniac or set of maniacs would hound me and attempt to take my life because of that.”