Drury Villard looked up in amazement.
"You don't mean it!" he exclaimed.
"Yes—it's Parkins—still Vice President of your company!"
Sawyer looked steadily into Villard's upturned eyes, and shook his head ominously. "Bad news to get into the papers, Drury. What do you suggest?"
Receiving no answer Sawyer stood thoughtfully stroking his chin until his mind had settled the matter.
"I will take Parkins into my home until we can think out a plan of action," he said, finally. "You take the girl and her father into your home for the present. Then there will be no chance for news to leak. Mrs. Bond will look out for her."
"How about the doctor?" replied Villard, thoughtfully. "He might——"
"Doctors are like lawyers; they serve well those who pay well—especially when the public interest is better served thereby."
"First-class reasoning, friend Sawyer. Our plan is made. When Santzi returns we'll take both patients and the girl's father into my car and race for home. What about the other machine—any one hurt?"