"How about you; aren't you armed?" asked the sub.
Entwistle smiled grimly "Trust me," he replied briefly.
At length the two men came within sight of "The Old Croft," outside the gate of which a throng of curious villagers still lingered, while in the carriage drive a motor-car was standing—an indication that the doctor from Trebalda had arrived.
Just as Entwistle and Farrar gained the door the medical man appeared. "How is the patient, doctor," inquired Entwistle.
"Progressing favourably," was the reply.
"Fit to be moved?"
"The day after to-morrow."
"Not to-day?"
The doctor regarded his questioner curiously.
"Why this hurry?"