“Umhum! Well, you can leave him with me, Slater. You did quite right according to your lights. The Hathaway garage happened to belong in his family, but you didn’t know that. This is Colonel Hathaway’s grandson-in-law.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Slater asked Danny sullenly.
“Because what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you,” retorted Danny. “But see here, Chief,” he said turning to Lonsdale, “the Hathaway garage ought to be watched and the house has some very doubtful inmates that should not be allowed to escape. I’m hunting my wife and I’m so tired and hungry I’m ready to fall down.”
“Well, well! Slater, get two more men and run back double quick to the Hathaway house and do what this young man says is necessary. Don’t let anybody in or anybody out without keeping track of them. Guard the garage carefully. Go!”
Slater, a bit bewildered, left in a hurry to execute his chief’s orders.
“And now, Danny, tell me all about it,” asked Lonsdale, his hand resting affectionately on the young man’s shoulder.
“First, tell me about my wife, about Mary Louise.”
The story was quickly told. Danny was deeply moved at the news of Colonel Hathaway’s death. He was relieved to hear that Mary Louise was with Josie, of whose heart and sense he thought highly.
“And she is well?” he asked eagerly.
“She has been until the last few days, but I heard she was a little under the weather lately,” confessed Mary Louise’s old friend.