“I don’t know. He didn’t say. I think I could find the place again.”
“We’ve got to find it,” said Carter.
“Indeed we have,” Jane agreed, “and quickly, too. I fear we are going to be too late. Old Mr. Hoff seemed to be in terrible haste and spoke of their plans being nearly completed.”
“Go on,” said Fleck quietly, “tell us the rest.”
“Frederic Hoff stayed behind to pick us up, and the old man went off on the motorcycle. I heard them talking about his taking a train at the nearest station.”
“What did young Hoff do when he found it was you lying there?”
“He seemed surprised and startled.”
“What did he say?”
Jane colored and hesitated. There rose in her mind the picture of his tall figure bending over her, with anguish in his eyes, with expressions of endearment on his lips. She could not, she would not tell them what he had said.
“He asked if I was hurt.”