"What did you think had become of me that I could not attend to my own business?" asked Theodore, dropping wearily into the nearest chair.
"Tommy said you were putting three policemen in jail, or something."
"It was something, sure enough," answered Theodore, smiling faintly; and then he gave a rapid and condensed account of the midnight scene, interrupted by many exclamations of horror and amaze from his listener.
"Had you much trouble in this quarter?" he asked presently, going to the bedside and looking long and earnestly at Pliny.
"Very little. Tommy had some difficulty before they reached me; but he is a plucky little chap, and was firmly resolved upon carrying out your instructions to the letter, so he gained the day. Isn't it remarkable that he should have been the one to assist in the rescue of Mr. Hastings' son?"
"Isn't it?" said Theodore, emphatically. "And Mr. Hastings would not lift one finger to assist in his rescue."
"What in the world are you going to do next?" said Jim. "In this case I mean," nodding his head toward Pliny.
"Going to keep on doing, and when I have done all that I can, give myself up to patient waiting and hopeful praying," was Theodore's solemn answer.
When he spoke again it was in a slightly hesitating tone, with a glance at his watch.
"There is just one thing more which ought to be done to-night, Jim."