Bob was a better than average judge of character and he knew that Tully would worry so much about what he was doing that Tully’s own keen mind would be somewhat dulled on the case. For that reason Bob had not hesitated to take up the challenge. The Limited plunged into a short but heavy rain storm and drops of water streamed down the windows. It was not an especially auspicious beginning to their manhunt. Tully moved restlessly and Bob thought for a time that his companion was about to wake up, but Tully’s breathing deepened once more and his eyes remained closed. Joe Hamsa stuck his head into the compartment. “Any change?” he asked, and Bob thought he appeared a little too solicitous for a passing acquaintance. “I think he’s resting easier,” replied Bob. “Are you going to take him to a hospital?” asked Hamsa, pressing Bob for further information on his plans. “I haven’t decided yet.” “Let me know if there is anything I can do,” volunteered the other. It was apparent that he would have liked an invitation to stay in the room, but Bob turned toward the rain-washed windows and after a brief pause Hamsa dropped the curtain at the doorway and walked back into the Pullman. Chapter VII THE MAN ON THE PLATFORM ★ Tully remained in the deep sleep for another fifteen minutes. Then he stirred restlessly and Bob went over to his side. As he looked down Tully opened his eyes. They appeared clear and perfectly normal. Tully attempted to sit up, but Bob put his hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back on the couch. “Take it easy for a while, Tully,” he said. “What happened?” the other demanded, and Bob noted that the words were slow and his speech thick. Then before he could answer, Tully grunted and made a face. “Get me some water, quick.” Bob hastened out into the corridor where he filled a paper cup to the brim. Tully drank every drop and signaled for another cup, which Bob procured immediately. When that was done, Tully appeared greatly refreshed. “Help me prop this pillow up so I can sit up a little,” he urged Bob, and he was soon in a more comfortable position. The rain still washed the windows of the car, and the porter, entering the compartment, turned on the top lights, for it was nearly dark. Before he spoke again Tully felt inside his coat and, reassured that the documents on the jewel smuggling case were there, he looked at Bob. “I don’t remember very much,” he said slowly, “but all of a sudden everything went dark. I felt that I was going to fall but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even reach out my hands and neither could I say a word.” He paused and Bob felt that it would be well for him to explain what he had seen. “You looked like you were hypnotized,” he explained. “I came over and caught you, but you were out cold. Believe me, you had us worried for a while.” Just then the Pullman conductor looked in.