Drexel stepped nearer. “What do you know about this?”
“That you went to the Hotel Metropole with a girl, as your wife—that she ran away—that you went out to hunt her—that the disappearance of you both has aroused the police.”
Drexel stared, and in the dim light he could see that the shivering ragamuffin was grinning at his mystification. Was there some link between this lad and the young woman?
“What do you want?”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Go with you!”
“Yes. A description of you has gone to all the police. Everywhere they are looking for you. You are safe only if you come with me.”
The young fellow certainly did know a lot; but when Drexel looked over his poor five feet four inches, and thought of him as a protector, his suspicion was all alive. He was in one danger, no doubt—but it would be foolishness to let himself be duped into another.
“I’m not so certain I want to go with you. Who told you to do this?”
“A woman.”