CHAPTER XXXIV. TWO MEN TALK
Major Weston sat in front of the open fireplace, watching the sparks fly upward as he puffed at a massive meerschaum pipe. He turned suddenly as the door opened. Harry Vincent entered.
"Ah!" said the major. "I was just wondering when you would return. How is Bruce Duncan?"
"He seemed better after I got him home. The Hindu servant was waiting there and took charge of him. I think he will improve quickly. It was impossible to keep him here."
"I agree with you. This place is too near the scene of his terrible adventure. We have enough trouble ahead of us without the added responsibility of a sick man."
"I was wise to take him home to-day. To-morrow will be Sunday — heavy traffic on the road. I don't like those once-a-week drivers," said Harry.
"You were away fourteen hours. You left at seven in the morning; it's only a few minutes past nine now."
Harry Vincent picked up the ear phones and listened a while. Then he tapped a brief message.
"Reporting my return," Harry explained to Weston. Then:
"Well," he said, "we have our instructions. Nothing to do until Tuesday. Then intercept the sixth man — if possible. I hope we have the same luck that Duncan and I ran into when we discovered you."