I had taken my place under the robe before the car was driven up
before the apartment, lest some emissary of Wu Fang might be
watching to see that there was no such trick.

"You'll get air enough when we get started, Walter," he laughed
back under his breath, apparently addressing the engine.

Kennedy was a hard driver when he wanted to be and enough was at
stake to-night to make him drive hard. He whizzed along in the
roadster, and I was indeed glad enough to huddle up under the
robe.

We had reached a point in the suburbs which was deserted and I did
not recognize a thing when he pulled up by the side of the road
with a jerk. I peered through a crease in the corner of the robe,
and saw him slide out from under the wheel and stand by the side
of the car, looking up and down. Ahead of us the road curved
sharply and I had no idea what was there, though Kennedy seemed to
know the place.

A moment later he pulled the robe partly off me, and bent down as
though examining the batteries on the side of the car.

"Get out on the other side in the shadow of the car, Walter," he
whispered hoarsely. "Go down the road a bit--only cut in and keep
under cover. This is Williams Avenue. You'll see a big rock. Hide
behind it. Ahead you'll see Brownlee Avenue. Be prepared for
anything. I shall have to trust the rest to you. I don't know
myself what's going to happen."