Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-09-04
CHAPTER 5

gers. They were outside the city
now and Hawley caught glimpses of
green Jungle flying by on either side
of the white ribbon of concrete.
He asked Judith where they were
bound.
"Perhaps Mr.. Bennington will tell
you," Judith said. "He knows more
about it than I do"
Bennington did not appear to hear
the girl and Hawley said, "Where are
we going, Benz"
"Coco Solo! Submarine basel" Ben
nington snapped, and gave all his at
tention to his driving.
All at once Hawley realized that
his ears were ringing, much as though
he were rising in a swift elevator. A
few moments later his head began to
throb and he felt strange dizziness
and lassitude creeping over him.
Hawley felt as though he were at
the vortex of whirlpool. "I'm dir
zy as hell" he said weakly.
Bennington cursed. Hawley heard
the others voice fade away. He saw
his lips moving, but he could not hear
anything. Then Bannington's voice
crashed again upon Hawley's ear
drums.
waiter in the Palais Roy
ale," he was saying. "Doped our
drinks Knockout drops. Oh,
what a damned fool I've been!"
"What--what we do?" Hawley could
not articulate. He knew what he
wanted to say but his lips were numb
and wouldn't form the words. Black
spots danced before his eyes.
Bennington had opened the door
and reeled out on to the road.
judith, take the Wheel" he order
ed "Keep the car moving. Fresh
air F. bring US to . after a
while"
Judith, without word, climbed ov-
Ell the back of the seat and slipped
behind the wheel. Bennington fumb-
led with the rear door. Judith fin
ally reached back and threw it open.
"Can you make ?" she asked.
Her voice was pitched little high
er than usual but otherwise she SEEM
ed very calm. "Good little girl"
Hawley thought. "She's as brave as
they make 'em."
"Here!" Judith said. "Give me
your hand, Ben. There. Now the door"
Hawley was dimly conscious that
the car was moving again. In the
back seat Bennington swore weakly.
Finally his voice died out and the lieu
tenant heard nothing more. He felt
his head drop forward. To save him
self from falling against the wind
shield, he slid down low in the seat
He went to sleep and slept for long
time.
Phil Hawley woke up with his
mouth and eyes full of salt water. He
was swimming mechanically. Blind
ed as he was, still no more than half
conscious, he had not the faintest idea
where he was or how he had got
tasting and there was only darkness
all around him.
Some one, apparently very far away
was shouting. The words were in
distinguishable to Hawley, for pulses
pounded in his ears like giant drums.
He turned instinctively and swan to-
ward the voice, still blind, still be-
fuddled.
A rope dashed his face and fell a.
cross his outstretched arms. He
caught hold Of it, wound it around his
wrist and let go of the pile.
For a few moments it seemed that
his arms were being pulled out of
their sockets. Then he was standing
Non a darkened pier, dripping wet,
nauseated by the salt water he had
swallowed, blinking the moisture of it
cut his eyes.
Two native policemen, one a huge
black negro and the other a slight,
olive-skinned haf-caste, had pulled
him out of the water. Now they wait
ed, politely officious, for an explana-
tion.
'How did I get into the water?"
the lieutenant asked finally.
The small policeman said, "You
drove your car off the dock eento the
bay, senor."
Hawley starel at him in amazement
and gradually things began to come
back to him.
81? Drove a car off the dock?"
the lieutenant gasped.
eyes, senor."
odd you see me-"
eyes, senor."