"You—"
"Don't ask me any questions till I'm better able to answer. I'm awfully tired out and cross."
"What have you been doing this morning?" said Agatha, notwithstanding Phillida's injunction against questions.
"Getting Miss Bowyer out of the Martin house. Mr. Martin was determined to have her, and he went for her when his wife sent him for a doctor."
"Miss Bowyer! I don't see how you ever got her out," said Agatha. "Did you get a policeman to put her into the station-house on the mortal plane?"
"No; I did worse. I actually had to go to the Graydon and wake up Charley Millard—"
"You did?"
"Yes; I couldn't get a messenger, and so I went myself. And I put the case into Charley's hands, and he sent his man Friday scampering after a coupé, and I came home and left him to go over there and fight it out."
"Well, I declare!" said Agatha. "What remarkable adventures you have! And I never have anything real nice and dreadful happen to me. But he might have brought you home."
"It wasn't his fault that he didn't. But give me a little bit of steak, please; I have got to go back to the Martins'."