"Thank you," she said with relief. "I must get away from this; it's unbearable."
He put her and the boy into a taxi, whose driver had been early on the scene, and drove away with them, with a final promise to the sergeant to report later at the park station.
"Brooklyn!" he ordered.
For a few minutes she was busy comforting the child and Archie deep in thought turned to meet the searching gaze of her gray eyes.
"You are a gentleman; I am sure of that; and I feel that I can trust you."
That the wife of a man he had tried to kill and possibly had slain should be paving the way for confidences, gave him a bewildered sense of being whisked through some undiscovered country where the impossible had become the real.
"I'm in a strange predicament, and I'm forced to ask your help. The name and address I gave the police were fictitious. I know it has a queer look; but I had to do it. I know perfectly well who carried away my little girl. The man and woman you saw at the car were servants employed by my father-in-law, who cordially dislikes me. There had been trouble—"
With a shrug she expressed her impatience of her troubles, and bent over the boy who was demanding to be taken to Edith.
"You'll see Edith soon, dear, so don't trouble any more," she said kindly.
Having quieted the child, she returned to her own affairs, glancing out to note the direction of the car. She had done some quick thinking in making her decision to hide her identity from the police. There was fight in her eyes and Archie realized that he had to do with a woman of spirit. He waited eagerly for a hint as to her plans.