"A good thing to run away for."
Bertie felt that it was a bad thing just then, especially if this sort of thing might be looked upon in the light of fun.
"What's your father?"
"A doctor, sir."
"So you're the son of Dr. Bailey, of Upton, in Berkshire?"
"Ye--es, sir."
"Turn round again!--sharp!"
No one could have turned round sharper than Bertie did then. The dark man took up the questioning.
"How long have you been awake?"
"I--I don't know, sir."