Before I could get out a word, Gordon's voice broke in harsh and cold.
"What does this mean, Wilton?"
The dark man was just going to answer when Billy stepped forward and cut him short.
"Mr. Gordon," he said, "we've no time to explain now. You must let me take Wilton. Miss Solano has been carried off to Lord Sangatte's yacht at Burnham. I'm following them in a car which I've got outside, and I want a man with me who won't stick at trifles."
"And by God you shall have it!" I cried, with a savage laugh. Then, seeing his look of astonishment, I added quickly: "I'm free, Billy—the case is over. Milford turned up at the last minute with proofs that it was Da Costa."
With a low exclamation of surprise and satisfaction he gripped me by the arm.
"Is that right, Jack? Lord! but it's good news. Get your hat, man, and come at once. I'll explain it all in the car."
"Damn the hat!" I cried, snatching up a dusty-looking cap from the table. "I'm ready, Billy."
"Go with them, Wilton," broke in Gordon sharply. Then turning to me he added in an encouraging tone: "If it's a case of forcible abduction, you're justified in anything short of murder."
"I'm glad to hear it," I said grimly.