There was no
time to lose if she were to save her father. So she pulled herself
together, seized her hat and cloak, and started for the door.
Here Zita stopped her and offered to accompany her, but she declined.
She hastily asked the direction of Baker's dock from the butler, and
then ran out of the house and sprang to the steering-wheel of her
waiting car. With a whir of the starter she was away.
Flint had arrived at the dock long before and was now slinking in and
out among the crates and boxes as he sought diligently for a safe
hiding-place. But his nerves, none too strong at the best, were now
running riot, and nowhere could he feel a sense of security so that he
could remain quiet.
It was while he was sneaking from one pile of bales to another that an
emissary hailed him.
"Are you Flint?" he demanded.
"Y-e-s," came quaveringly from Flint.
"Well, there's a lady in the office asking for you."
Such was the fascination of any of the emissaries of the Automaton over
Flint by this time that he followed the man without question,
particularly as he felt that he would be spared, since the lady in the
office could be none other than Eva.
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