“We have company,” Flash muttered.
Tracing the sound, he crossed the room to a cot which had been set up against a wall. He could not see the man who lay there. Reaching out, he touched his hand.
The sleeper instantly awoke. With a startled rasp in his throat, he swung his feet to the floor and sat up.
“Who is it?” he demanded hoarsely.
Flash thought he recognized the voice.
“Major Hartgrove!”
“And who are you?” the army man countered.
Flash and Doyle gave their names and sat down on the edge of the cot. In whispers they told how they had been tricked by Rascomb’s chauffeur.
“So Rascomb is behind this?” the Major commented. “I should have known!”
“How did they get you here, Major?” questioned Flash.