The federal men remained on the scene until an ambulance arrived. In the meantime Condon Adams had handcuffed the driver of the car, who was now regaining consciousness. He pushed him into the back seat, tossed in his own traveling bag, and with Bob driving the car, they started for the police station. The trip was uneventful and they parked the car in front of the station where a few hours before Bob had telephoned the news of his uncle’s abduction to Washington. The same night captain was on duty and his eyes widened when he saw Bob and Condon Adams with their handcuffed prisoner. Before the policeman could ply them with questions Condon Adams explained what had happened. “Throw this fellow into a solitary cell; I’ll question him after I get back from the hospital,” he said. “What charge shall I book him on?” asked the policeman. “Attempted abduction of a federal officer,” snapped Adams, who then turned toward Bob. “We’ll get over to the hospital now and see if the fellow you clipped with a couple of bullets is ready to talk.” They hurried outside the station, but Adams stopped short when he saw the sedan at the curb. “I forgot all about the car,” he said. “It’s probably stolen. I’ll report it to the captain.” By the time the older federal agent was back Bob had a cab waiting at the curb and they told the driver to speed them to the hospital. “If we can get either one of these fellows to talk, it may be the break that will open up this case,” mused Adams as the cab roared along the now almost deserted streets. They pulled up at the hospital where a dim light glowed over the entrance. There was no general admittance at that hour of the night, but continued ringing of the bell brought an orderly and they gained admission. Condon Adams revealed their identity to the night supervisor and asked the condition of the man who had been brought in. “He’s resting fairly comfortably,” said the nurse. “The bullet in his shoulder has been removed and the one in his leg will be taken out in the morning.” “Case serious?” pressed Adams. “I wouldn’t say so,” replied the nurse cautiously, leading the way down the darkened corridor to a room where the lights were aglow. She opened the door and they stepped in, a nurse who had been near the bed rising as they entered. A policeman on the other side of the bed did likewise. “Don’t make him talk too much,” cautioned the night supervisor. Bob looked at the man who had attempted to kidnap them. His face was thin and marred with a sneer. “You fellows can save your breath. I won’t talk,” he said, an unpleasant whine in his voice, and Bob catalogued him as a dangerous man when armed, but one who was weak physically. “We’ll see about that,” said Adams confidently. “The boys down at the station are working over the fellow who was driving for you. If you don’t talk here, we’ll work you over when you get out.”