“Is this the county constable’s office?” he inquired. “Well, there’s been a little shooting accident at the Murdock Williams’ place, five miles out from Alexandria on the old Baltimore Road. Please send some of your men over to take charge. Two hours from now call up Mr. Grimm at Secret Service headquarters in Washington and he will explain. Good-by.”
And a few minutes later Mr. Grimm walked along the road toward an automobile a hundred yards away, bearing Miss Thorne in his arms. The chauffeur cranked the machine and climbed to his seat.
“Washington!” directed Mr. Grimm. “Never mind the speed laws.”