Apparently he recognised us and was
trying to offer an explanation of his presence here.
"He kidnapped me--brought me here," Forbes was muttering. "Three
days--I've been shut up in this room."
"Who brought you here?" I demanded sharply.
"I don't know his name--man at the gambling place--after the raid-
-said he'd take me in his car somewhere--from the other place back
of it--last I remember--must have drugged me--woke up here--all I
know."
"You've been a prisoner, then?" I queried.
"Yes," he murmured.
"A likely story," I remarked, looking questioningly at Garrick who
had been listening but had not ceased his own work, whatever it
was. "What are you going to do, Guy? We can't stay here and waste
time over such talk as this while they are escaping. They must be
almost to the road now, and turning down in the opposite direction
from Dillon and his man."
Garrick said nothing. Either he was too busy solving our present
troubles or he was, like myself, not impressed by Forbes'
incoherent story.
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