"Still, we are not out of the scrape yet, Miss Guile," he remarked,
shaking his head. "It may be a flash in the pan."
"Oh, please don't say that," she cried in quick alarm. "I--I should
die if--if we were to be sent to--"
"Listen to me," he broke in eagerly, for an inspiration had come to
him. "There's no reason why you should suffer, in any event.
Apparently I am a suspected person. I may just as well be a kidnapper
as not. You must allow me to inform the Judge that I was abducting
you, so that he--"
"How absurd!"
"I don't in the least mind. Besides, I too have powerful friends who
will see that I am released in a day or two. You--"
"You cannot hope to convince the Judge that you were abducting me in
my own automobile--or at least in one belonging to my friends, who
are irreproachable. I am very much obliged to you for thinking of it,
Mr. Schmidt, but it is out of the question. I couldn't allow you to
do it in the first place, and in the second I'm sure the court
wouldn't believe you."
"It was I who suggested running away from those detectives," he
protested.
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