“In serious danger. This–––” he pointed at the linen turban, “this ought to give you some idea of how serious; I was on my way to her when I received this.”
“But good Lord, man, why didn’t you say so before? Home, Mike, and let her out!”
The chauffeur leaned forward and once again the machine vibrated to the call. They skimmed along the park roads and into the smooth roads of Brookline. 69 From here Wilson knew nothing of the direction or the locality.
“My name is Danbury,” his rescuer introduced himself, “and I’m glad to be of help to you. We’re about the same size and I guess you can get into some of my clothes. But can’t I send a wire or something to the girl that you are coming?”
Wilson shook his head. “I don’t know exactly where she is myself. You see I––I found her in the dark and I lost her in the dark.”
“Sort of a game of blind man’s buff,” broke in Danbury. “But how the devil did you get that swipe in the head?”
“I don’t know any more than you where that came from.”
“You look as though you ought to be tucked away in bed on account of it. You are still groggy.”
Wilson tried to smile, but, truth to tell, his head was getting dizzy again and he felt almost faint.
“Lie back and take it easy until we reach the house. I’ll give you a dose of brandy when we get there.”