“Maybe I never told you I was captain of a dough-boy outfit in France during the war. Tom was one of my sergeants. Well,—one night I helped him get out of a tight place; so I’m sort of special pet of his. That’s all. Tom’s the best automobile mechanic I know of. He said you could have the car by six o’clock; so you can depend on him. Now forget it. You said you were mine for the evening, you know.”
And he motioned them into the waiting car.
PURSUIT.
CHAPTER XXI
PURSUIT.
The next morning John and Jack were stirring as soon as the first gray light of dawn filtered through their bedroom windows.
“Let’s get up,” suggested John. “No use trying to sleep any more. I’m going to take a cold shower—no telling when I’ll get another.”
By five o’clock they were dressed and had packed their handbags, and were ready to leave the hotel.
“We’ll go out somewheres and get a good substantial breakfast, and go around to the garage for the car.”
They strolled around until they found a restaurant whose sign announced that it was open day and night. When they were seated opposite each other Jack addressed his companion across the porcelain table-top: