"Never mind. Go on."
"After a time, he stopped by the roadside. I got out, and hid in the shadow of some trees. Presently you were brought, blindfolded, by a man, who entered the car with you. When it again started, I climbed on behind. That is how I came to meet you."
"Then you don't know where the house is, from which I was brought?"
"No. There are many houses—all about. There was no way of knowing, in the dark. Did you come far—when they brought you to the automobile?"
"Yes. Several hundred yards, at least. But you know the spot, on the roadside?"
"Yes. I can find it, without difficulty."
"Monsieur Valentin, I have a plan—a very dangerous plan—for recovering Mr. Stapleton's boy. I cannot tell you what it is now. Tomorrow I will tell you—tomorrow afternoon. I shall want your assistance."
"What am I to do?"
"Can you drive an automobile?"
The man smiled. "Decidedly. It is my profession."