“Genneman’s ’ad a couple, I shee,” and nodded his head sapiently.

“Into the little back room downstairs,” said Jimmy. “There’s a sofa there.”

They got him safely on to the sofa and Bundle knelt down beside him and took his limp wrist in her hand.

“His pulse is beating,” she said. “What is the matter with him?”

“He was all right when I left him just now,” said Jimmy. “I wonder if someone’s managed to inject some stuff into him. It would be easily done⁠—just a prick. The man might have been asking him the time. There’s only one thing for it. I must get a doctor at once. You stay here and look after him.”

He hurried to the door, then paused.

“Look here⁠—don’t be scared, either of you. But I’d better leave you my revolver. I mean⁠—just in case. I’ll be back just as soon as I possibly can.”