Blake looked down at himself thoughtfully. Elastic bandages wound in puttee fashion about each leg joined and wound up on his abdomen to his chest. He squeaked faintly when he moved.
“Did they give you the oil can, Ted?”
“No. But this should make a good shock-absorber. Step on it, will you? There’s a chauffeur waiting to take us down to the Powers and Mechanisms Building again. Terruns said he’d meet us there.”
“The bird that wrapped me ought to make a living as a mummy-maker. Did Terruns say how they go about looking for lost things?”
“Their search methods are simple and ineffective; g**g of men with a long rope between them. Hurry up; I’ll wait outside.”
Half an hour later they joined Terruns at his office, slightly jittery, but somewhat to their own surprise, in one piece. Terruns,
