"It was a race to get there in time," said Alan, and described hurriedly how he came from France and motored to the course. He stood up, looked at himself in the glass, and said:
"I'm a nice object. I want cleaning up. I'm smothered in dirt and dust. What time is it?"
"Half-past six."
"Then we'll scrub before they're up. How did I get here?"
Harry told him and added:
"Miss Berkeley left me on guard for the night. I believe she wanted to remain but thought it better not."
"Come along," said Alan. "I'm for a tub; I feel a heap better now, it's good to be home again after all I've gone through."
"You'll have to tell us about your adventures," said Harry.
"It's a long story; by Jove, old fellow, I wonder I'm alive!" said Alan.
Eve Berkeley was down in good time, anxious to learn how Alan was. She found the door open, looked in, there was nobody in the room. She rang the bell.