“Oh, how fortunate that you had those things along!” cried Floy, admiringly.
“Yes; they often come in handy in a detective’s business as well as a surgeon’s,” smiled Floyd Landon. “So! he will do nicely, I think, and presently he will revive. Before then we must be out of the way.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
“OH, HOW BLEST I AM!” CRIED FLOY.
Floy looked at him inquiringly, and he said:
“Will you come with me to-night to New York and the lady who wants you so much, or shall you go to Mrs. Banks?”
“Not to her, though I love her dearly; for, oh! there is danger for me in her vicinity, since it is the home of Otho Maury, also. No; I must seek another hiding-place. Oh, sir, you look at me strangely! You do not understand my trouble, and I can not explain it, for—for—I have a secret!” cried Floy, incoherently.
She looked down at Otho’s face in alarm, crying:
“Oh, how ghastly he looks! Are you sure he is not really dead?”
“He is not dead, and will be able to devise new deviltry in a few weeks from now.”