“Oh, my aunt!” said Reggie Fortune. “Now, Miss Jacob, please,” he put his hand on her shoulder.
“He is mine,” she said fiercely.
“Well, just now he’s mine. I’m a doctor.”
“Oh, is he not dead?” she cried.
“Not exactly,” said Reggie Fortune. “Not yet.” He took the body from quivering arms.
“What is it, then?”
“He is drugged, and I should say starved. If you——” a heavy footstep drew near. She sprang up ready for battle, and in the doorway fell upon Superintendent Bell.
“Easy, easy,” he received her on his large chest and made sure of her wrists. “Mr. Fortune—just got in by the window—what about this?”
“That’s all right,” Reggie mumbled from the bed. “Send me Sam.”
“Coming, sir.” Sam ran in. “Those fellows didn’t do a getaway. They’re outed. Car smash. Both killed. Some smash.”