“I fell asleep on Roy’s bed. But where are you two going? You’re not fit to be out of bed, Syd,” as the latter reeled and made a quick clutch at the bannisters.
“Rex, help me down stairs with him and don’t make any noise.” Roy spoke in an authoritative tone, and Rex meekly obeyed.
“Perhaps Rex had better come along, too. I ordered a coach, so that you could put your feet up. There’ll be plenty of room.”
Roy whispered this in Sydney’s ear as they went slowly down the stairs.
“All right; just as you say. I suppose it won’t make much difference how soon you all know now.”
“Rex, you may come along if you like,” said Roy, when they reached the lower hall, and Sydney was sitting on the settee. “Run up quickly and get your coat.”
Rex eagerly seized the opportunity, and in five minutes they were all in the carriage, and the driver had started for Seventh Street.
Sydney was considerably exhausted by the effort he had already made. He lay back in the seat breathing heavily.
“Do you know where we are going and what for?” Rex leaned forward to whisper in Roy’s ear.
“It’s a mystery to me, too, but we want to watch out carefully that no harm comes to Syd,” Roy whispered back.