“How much farther?” he asked the driver.
“We’ll soon be where we’re going.”
The words had a ring which Flash did not like. Turning to Doyle he asked him in an undertone where he had obtained the driver.
The technician remained silent for a moment. Then he gave his answer reluctantly.
“You’re not going to like this, Flash, but I may as well tell you. Rascomb recommended him.”
“Rascomb!”
“Yes, I met him in the hotel lobby and—”
Doyle did not finish for the chauffeur had applied brakes. Before either he or Flash could act, the man whirled around, covering them with a revolver.
“Reach!” he ordered harshly. “This is the end of the line!”