Then we would strike a
stretch where it was dry. The clouds of dust served to hide us. On
we went until it was apparent that the man was now headed at least
in the direction of Tuxedo.
We now passed the boundary between New York state and New Jersey
and soon after that came to the house of Dr. Mead where Warrington
had been convalescing until Garrick's warning had brought him,
still half ill, down to the city to protect Violet Winslow. In
fact, the road seemed replete with interesting reminiscences of
the case, for a few miles back was the spot where Rena Taylor's
body had been found, as well as the garage whence had come the
rumour of the blood-stained car. There was no chance to stop and
tell the surprised Dr. Mead just what had become of his patient
and we had to trust that Warrington would explain his sudden
disappearance himself. In fact, Garrick scarcely looked to either
the right or left, so intent was he on not missing for an instant
the car that was leading us in this long chase.
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