He held a whispered conference with the burly man who then walked swiftly away through the forest. Flash and Doyle were forced to enter the cabin.
The room in which they found themselves was dirty, and provided with the plainest of furniture. Opening from it was a second room.
“Get in there!” the chauffeur ordered.
“Say, listen!” Doyle protested angrily, “Tell us what this is all about. Why are we being held?”
“Because you’ve learned too much, buddy. You and your pal.”
“How long are you keeping us here?”
“All depends. If you take it easy and don’t make no trouble, we may let you out tomorrow.”
“After Herbert Rascomb has skipped the country,” drawled Flash.
The chauffeur pushed them roughly into the dark room. Slamming the door, he turned a key in the lock.
Flash and Doyle stood motionless, listening. They both could hear the wheezing breath of someone who slept.