“What’s the meaning of this?” he demanded of the darkness of the cab.
There was no reply, and Jack repeated:
“I say, what’s the meaning of this?”
“You will know soon enough,” replied a voice in a harsh tone. “In the meantime, if you don’t keep quiet, we shall gag you!”
Under this threat, Jack held his peace.
For almost an hour the taxi bowled along swiftly, then finally came to a stop. One of Jack’s captors alighted, and the other pushed Jack from the cab. They dragged him up a short gravel path to a rather pretentious looking house and into the door.
In the house the lad was taken to the third floor, where he was led into a nicely furnished room. Then his hands were untied, and his captors backed out of the room, locking the door behind them.
“I wonder what on earth this is all about,” Jack asked himself when he was left alone. “I’ll bet they have me mixed up with someone else. Well, I’ll have to wait and see!”
For an hour Jack sat silently awaiting the arrival of someone; but no one came.
“Guess I might as well lie down and get a little rest,” he told himself finally; “I’m likely to need it.”