fellow conspirator.

How long I should have remained in this state, and in fact how
long I did remain, I don't know. Vaguely, I recall that our
acquaintance, Johnson, who had the apartment across the hall, at
last heard my cries and came out to his own door. He needed only a
moment to listen at ours to know that something was wrong.

"Why, what's the matter, Jameson?" he asked, poking his head in
and looking anxiously at me.

I could only rave some reply, and he tried his best to quiet me.
"What's the matter, old man?" he repeated. "Tell me. Shall I send
for a doctor?"

Somehow or other I knew the state I was in. I knew it was Johnson,
yet it all seemed unreal to me. With a great effort I gathered all
my scattered wits and managed to shout out, "Telegraph Kennedy--
Rockledge."

By this time Johnson himself was thoroughly alarmed. He did not
lose a second in dictating a telegram over the telephone.

. . . . . . .

At about the same time, up at Rockledge, Kennedy and Elaine, with
her cousin Mary Brown, were starting out for a horseback ride
through the hills. They were chatting gaily, but Kennedy was
forcing himself to do so.