He stared at the cabin, then looked quickly about the room. “Don’t ask me how I found you. I had a devil of a time, and it’s a longer story than I’ve got time to tell. Lookouts are stationed in front and in rear, and it was only by sheer luck and some quick fist work that I got through. How am I to get you out of here?”
The Phantom regarded him thoughtfully. “Didn’t you know that Doctor Bimble was the Duke’s chief representative?” he asked.
“Never had the faintest idea.”
“This room is in the rear of the house, I believe.”
“Yes, but——”
“You were lucky to locate my window as easily as you did.”
“That wasn’t luck. I tried several before I found yours. Twice I bumped into the Duke’s men. I hate to think what that bunch would do to me if they caught me.” He made a wry face. “But this isn’t getting you out of here. We’ll have to get a move on.”
Strangely enough, the Phantom seemed absolutely calm and in no hurry whatever. “I haven’t been able to get my bearings,” he announced. “Where is this house?”
“Next door to Doctor Bimble’s.”
The Phantom started. “The one with boarded windows and doors?”