“Who is that?” the startled voice of Strong demanded.
“It’s me, Ted!” said that ungrammatical young man, a bit excitedly.
TED FREES THE PRISONERS
“God bless you, boy. Is it really you? Have you a match?”
Ted struck one. Hurriedly he untied the two men, who were already questioning him excitedly and to whom he whispered assurances.
As they turned the corner (having left the building without trouble) Strong looked back. An auto passed north on Michigan avenue.
“That’s Winckel’s car,” he said. “We weren’t any too soon.”