“I—I—who said I had the men and a girl?” he asked, surlily.
“I say so. Where did you take the young lady?”
At first the driver beat about the bush. But the colonel threatened him with arrest, and this brought him around.
“Don’t arrest me, boss. I wasn’t in the game. The men hired me to take ’em out—that was all. They said the girl was light-headed and the place was a private asylum.”
“Probably,” rejoined Colonel Dartwell, sarcastically. “Take us to that place without delay. But stop—drive to police headquarters first.”
Very unwillingly the fellow complied. At the headquarters help was procured in the shape of two ward detectives. All four of the party entered the carriage and were driven off to effect Nellie Ardell’s rescue.
It was with deep interest that Jerry accompanied Colonel Dartwell and the officers of the law in the search for the missing young lady.
On through the crowded streets of Brooklyn drove the carriage, the driver now apparently as willing to help the law as he had before wished to evade it.
The carriage was turning into one of the fine thoroughfares when Jerry caught sight of a figure which instantly arrested his attention. The figure was that of Mr. Wakefield Smith.
“Stop!” cried the young oarsman to the driver of the carriage.