Perkins (rising and standing on one leg). Fact is, Mrs. Bradley--we
don't know. He disappeared ten minutes ago.

Yardsley. What do you mean?

Mrs. Bradley. Disappeared?

Barlow. Yes. He went east--at the rate of about a mile a minute.

Mrs. Bradley. My husband--went east? Mile a minute?

Perkins. Yes, on a bike. Yardsley, take me by the shawl-strap, will
you, and help me over to that chair; my back hurts so I can't lie
down.

Mrs. Bradley. Ned--on a wheel? Why, he can't ride!

Barlow. Oh yes, he can. What I'm afraid of is that he can't stop
riding.

Bradley (outside). Hi--Barlow--help!

Mrs. Bradley. That's his voice--he called for help.

Yardsley (rushing to window). Hi--Brad--stop! Your wife's here.

Bradley (in distance). Can't stop--don't know how--

Barlow (leaning out of window). By Jove! he's turned the corner all