"Where am I and how did I get here?"
"You're in my house," said Sam Larder. "You were—uh—brought here."
"After the roof feel on me?" said Billy, fingering the bandage round his head.
"Well, you see," said Tip, in some embarrassment, "we knew you wouldn't have accepted our invitation unless you were knocked silly first. But I—I planned the whole thing, Bill—I didn't intend to keep you senseless as long as this. It's a matter of ten hours since you were hit. I didn't know but what maybe we were due to lose you, after all."
"That would have been a pity," said Billy.
"Wouldn't it? Yeah. Don't blame me for that crack, though. I told Crafty not to use anything made of iron. But I'm afraid he used his own judgment."
"I always do," said Felix Craft.
"Who was the woman?" inquired Billy.
"I was the woman," replied Craft demurely.
"That was one on me. But I'm still wonderin'. You fellers went to a lot of trouble to carry me clear out here. I suppose it's too much to hope you were seen doing it."