"Leave it to me, my boy, I will see that he is taken care of. Quick! quick! or we shall be in trouble."
Together we ran to the car, passing three bodies, one shot, one stunned, and one bound.
"Jump in, I will drive," said Mr. Smith.
He did drive, and the pace we went would have scared anyone; but he had wonderful command over the car, and we had no accident. Somewhere on the other side of the town he pulled up, outside a fine mansion standing in a small park. As we stopped, the door of the house opened, and a man hastened down the steps.
"Thank God, Count! We were afraid something had happened to you."
"So it did, Baron."
"Where's Peter?"
"In heaven, I hope; in hell, I am afraid."
"As bad as that, was it?"
"Worse: Goltz was in it."