With a powerful effort Perry Lamont shook the grip loose and looked into Claude’s face.
“My God! he’s mad!” ejaculated the young man.
“It is Claude. Don’t you know me?” pleaded the son.
“Let me go. I’ve been looking after my sister—little Sis, you know.”
“Heavens! he means Mother Flintstone!” thought Claude.
“I can’t find her. What’s become of Sis?”
“I’ll find her for you.”
“What; you’ll show me where she is?” cried the old man.
“Yes, yes. Come with me.”
In an instant Lamont’s mind changed, and he became as docile as a lamb.