“No need to be anxious,” said Bobby. “Here, you are quite safe.”
“And there will be no need to get into that side-car again?”
“None.”
“Never?”
“No.”
“It bumped—horribly.... Where is Christina Alberta?”
Bobby did not answer for a moment or so.
“Perhaps I ought to explain. I do not know who Christina Alberta is. I took you out of the asylum because I do not believe you are mad. But I know nothing of your family. I know nothing about your circumstances at all. I just couldn’t bear the thought of you in an asylum.”
Sargon lay in silence for a little while with his blue eyes on Bobby’s face. “You were sorry for me?”
“I liked you from the very first moment I saw you in Midgard Street.”