Greg's tricks were of no avail. Having lost the advantage of his first turn, he could not shake them off. Meanwhile his radiator had almost boiled dry, and the exhausted flivver was missing badly and ever slowing down. "No go!" said Greg grimly at last. "I'll only melt down her bearings if I don't stop." He quietly drew up beside the curb on Riverside. "Mind you are to say nothing!" Amy swiftly whispered. "You are just a cabman that I happened to pick up!" "I can't let him carry you back!" Greg protested scowling. "You must!" she cried with desperate earnestness. "If you don't do what I tell you, you will force me to take his part against you!" "How can I see you in his power!" "You needn't fear for me," she said proudly. "He dare not injure me. I am not afraid of him!" Very unwillingly, Greg gave in. Their pursuers were upon them. The policeman, de Socotra, Abanez and the fourth man leaped from the second cab and ran up. The policeman laid a heavy hand on Greg's shoulder and drew him to the pavement. De Socotra flung open the door of the flivver. Within twenty seconds it seemed as if a crowd of hundreds had gathered. "My poor, poor child!" cried de Socotra in a heart-breaking voice. "How could you act so!" Amy made no reply. "Don't you know me?" "I know you," she said quietly. He drew her gently out of the cab. "Come home with me, dear," he murmured, but not so softly but that the crowd could hear and be impressed. "You'll be all right in the morning. Mamma is waiting for you." Amy quietly submitted. Greg was boiling inwardly, but he loyally obeyed her command to say nothing. De Socotra drew Amy's arm tenderly under his own and faced the policeman and the crowd. "She is not herself," he said in a deprecating, appealing voice. "It is a nervous break-down. See how she ran out without hat or coat in such weather. She didn't know what she was doing." The crowd murmured in respectful sympathy. De Socotra looked for the cab that had brought him. "Come, dear, let us go home." "What will I do with this fellow, sir?" asked the policeman. "Don't you want to lay a complaint against him?" "Oh, I don't think so," said de Socotra, determined to play the kindly gentleman to the end. "I don't suppose he knew what he was doing." Then for the first time he appeared to recognize Greg. "Hello!" he said, "aren't you the man who drove me earlier this evening?" There was nothing to be gained by denying it. Greg nodded. "How did you get in on this?" asked De Socotra.