"Let me see it," said the doctor, and having moved the lamp, he began to undo the bandages with deft fingers.
"Come, Elspeth, me and you'll go to the kitchen. You'll be wanting your supper, poor lass. I'm glad ye've come here. Augh, that woman at the inn, I'm fair glad you've left her."
"Good night, Sweetlips," said Elspeth again, and in an utterly worn-out tone, "you'll see me to-morrow."
"Yes. Come along to the caravan and speak with my missus. She's a rare one for managing, is my Rachel."
Mrs. Armour bore off the weary girl, and when the pair were out of the room, Kind turned his attention to the policeman, who had stopped his groans. Browne had bound up his head, and he confessed that the wound felt easier.
"My missus is a good soul," said Armour, "but her fingers is all thumbs, drat her."
He looked as though he expected his visitors to take their leave, but when Browne sat down and Sweetlips followed suit, the policeman half rose from the sofa in astonishment.
"You'll be wanting to see me, gentlemen?"
"Yes," said Kind, making a sign to the doctor to hold his tongue, "I want to ask you about this kidnapping."
"What for?" asked Armour, suspiciously.