"But how on earth did you happen to turn up?" asked Jack, a feeling of
mystery coming over him after he had glanced at Millard and had made
sure that the latter would "sleep" for some time to come.
"Why, I was out for my afternoon canter, dear old fellow," bubbled
Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N. "I was coming down the road at a hard
trot, don't you know, when a cab rolled by. A young woman--and a
deuced pretty one--thrust her head out and shrieked at me. What
could I do? It was deuced extraordinary, and I had to do something
quickly, so I rode alongside the cab and told the driver to hold up.
I must have looked unusually menacing, don't you know, for, by Jove,
the fellow obeyed me. Then I reached up and yanked him down off the
cab. The fellow really started to blackguard me, while the young
woman was shouting something at me at the same time I had to silence
the fellow, don't you know, so I could understand the young lady.
So I struck him over the head with the butt of my riding whip. My
word, I must have hit the blackguard hard, for he just curled up and
lay down. The young lady sprang out of the cab and begged me to hurry
down here.
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