He must be taken care of at all hazards.
The inspector lay as he had fallen, while the blood oozed from the wound.
He was unconscious.
“I must get him to the city at once,” said Nick, to himself.
As Nick turned to look where the taxi had been left, he had just time to dodge a murderous blow that the driver of the taxi was about to deal him; the fellow had recovered consciousness and was bent on murdering Nick.
“You coward, you!” said Nick, as he dealt the fellow a blow on the side of the head that sent him to the ground. As the fellow arose Nick gave him another one, and the rascal went down and out.
Having disposed of the fellow, Nick turned his attention to the inspector.
He lifted him in his arms and bore him gently to the taxi. After cranking the machine, Nick jumped to the chauffeur’s seat and drove rapidly in the direction of Brooklyn.
Stopping at the house of a doctor, whose sign he had noticed coming over, Nick went in and told the physician that he had a friend outside who was in need of medical attention, and that he would bring him in at once.
When the wounded man was brought into the house the doctor looked at him and shook his head gravely.