eyes, goggles covering the rest of his face, and shrouded in what
seemed to be a black coat, absolutely as unrecognizable as if he
had been a phantom bandit, or death itself. He was steering with
one hand, and in the other he held what must have been a
revolver."

"And then?" prompted Garrick.

"I had stopped with my heart in my mouth at the narrowness of my
own escape from the rushing black death. Pursuit was impossible.
My car was capable of no such burst of speed as his. And then,
too, there was a groaning man down in the ravine below. I got out,
clambered over the fence, and down in the shrubbery into the pitch
darkness.

"Fortunately, the man had been catapulted out before his car
turned over. I found him, and with all the strength I could muster
and as gently as I was able carried him up to the road. When I
held him under the light of my lamps, I saw at once that there was
not a moment to lose. I fixed him in the rear of my car as
comfortably as I could and then began a race to get him home here
where I have almost a private hospital of my own, as quickly as
possible."

Cards in his pocket had identified Warrington and Dr. Mead
remembered having heard the name. The prompt attention of the
doctor had undoubtedly saved the young man's life.

Over and over again, Dr. Mead said, in his delirium Warrington had
repeated the name, "Violet--Violet!" It was as Garrick had