Bruce Duncan was conscious but bewildered when they reached their destination. Harry and Abdul took him upstairs and put him to bed, in Harry's room. Then Harry called the desk and arranged for an adjoining room. He slept there, leaving Abdul with his master. The Hindu sat in a chair and dozed comfortably.
When morning arrived, Harry went to interview the man whom he had rescued. He was admitted to the room by Abdul. Bruce Duncan was sitting up in bed. His face looked weary; but Bruce managed a smile as he extended his hand to Harry Vincent.
"Abdul has told me what you did to help us," he said. "I don't know how you came into the picture. But you were certainly a friend in need. How did you managed it?"
Harry Vincent smiled.
"I only managed a very little of it," he replied. "I may be able to tell you more later. I'm anxious to get your story. But let's have breakfast first."
While Harry was calling downstairs, Abdul spoke to his master.
"I shall leave you, burra sahib," he said in a knowing tone. "This other man — Vincent sahib — may have much to tell you. It is better I should go."
He gave a slip of paper to Bruce Duncan.
"This will be my address," Abdul explained. "I have a Hindu friend here in New York. You can reach me there."
He drew a second paper from his pocket.