“The carriage behind,” he said, “contains my cousin, the man who is trying to have me adjudged insane, and the two men with him are doubtless doctors, medical quacks, whom he has hired to certify to my insanity.”
“Good heavens! Then, you are in as great danger as I.”
“Greater,” answered Mr. Penrose, in a low, suppressed tone.
“Can they take you?”
“Not legally, but they will try.”
“Let us escape while we can.”
“No; it would seem to bear out their charges. Besides, they are too near. I will stand my ground. You can get away if you like.”
“No; I will stand by you, Mr. Penrose,” said Bernard firmly.
The two remained seated till the carriage halted in front of the hotel.
“Aha!” said the cousin triumphantly, “we have run our fugitive to earth.”