Miss Todd
Frank Hardy lost no time on the run back to Bayport. Instead of proceeding directly to the boathouse, he docked the Sleuth at one of the city wharves. There the lads were fortunate enough to find a taxi. The woman was still unconscious when they arrived, so with the assistance of the taxi driver they lifted her out of the boat and into the car.
Frank instructed the man to drive to the office of a doctor they knew well, and there the woman received attention.
"She has evidently been under a great strain," the doctor told them. "The shock of the explosion and her struggle in the water were just the finishing touches."
Under his expert administrations the woman was soon revived sufficiently to sit up. She looked about her.
"What happened?" she asked weakly.
"You are in good hands, madam," the doctor assured her. "Just be quiet for a while and you will be all right."
In a few minutes, the woman had recovered. First of all, she insisted on thanking the boys for rescuing her.
"If it hadn't been for these brave lads I would have been drowned. It was foolish of me to jump off that yacht, but I've been very nervous lately, and when I heard the explosion and saw all that smoke I lost my head completely."
"Well," said the doctor genially, "there's been no harm done. You were on your way to Bayport, weren't you, and here you are."