pocket. Before he might have a chance to use it, Nancy grabbed his arm and yanked it upward.
“Ga-ga-ga—” the man gurgled.
The scimitar fell to the floor. Then, to Nancy’s horror, Haw-Haw collapsed.
“What you do?” the tailor cried, getting up from his chair and rushing over.
Nancy tried to explain that she was afraid Haw-Haw was going to stab her, but Mr. Anthony did not seem to understand. By this time Nancy had laid Haw-Haw flat on his back.
Nancy tried to resuscitate him but realized that the victim probably needed oxygen.
“Do you have a phone?” she asked the tailor.
“No.”
“I’ll be back,” Nancy said. “Do not move him.”
Alarmed, she raced to a street telephone booth and called for the police ambulance. It arrived quickly. A doctor and an officer hurried into the tailor shop. Nancy recognized the latter as one of the two policemen who were going to hunt down the person that had thrown the stone at her father’s car.
After a quick examination the doctor called for a pulmotor. As the officer administered oxygen, the physician gave the old man a heart massage.
While the men were working, Nancy picked up the scimitar. It was a duplicate of the one which had nearly injured Ned!
All this while the little tailor had been pacing back and forth, wringing his hands and evidently praying. He stopped when he saw Nancy gazing at the scimitar. He looked at it too.
“His?” he asked, pointing toward Haw-Haw.
“I think not,” Nancy replied. “There is a name on here. It is Aslanapa.”
The tailor shook his head. “I not know him.”
Nancy decided that whoever had planted the scimitar in the prayer rug had made sure there was no mark of identification on the weapon. She wondered if Aslanapa was the name of the maker or possibly of the burglar. She would just have to wait until Haw-Haw revived and ask him.
When he did regain consciousness, the old man was too weak to talk. The physician ordered that he be taken to the hospital at once, so Nancy had no chance to question him.
While Haw-Haw was being placed in the ambulance, the officer turned to Nancy. “Miss Drew, we meet again. I’m sorry I haven’t any news for you. We didn’t find any witnesses to the rock incident, much less suspects.”
Nancy had assumed as much. She showed the officer the scimitar and pointed out the name on it. She then explained it had been in Mr. Hyde’s possession.
“It’s a duplicate of the one which was left at my house by an unknown intruder,” she said.
“Chief McGinnis has every man on the alert. We’ll get him!” the officer assured her.
He made some notes in his report book, then the ambulance went off, its siren shrieking. Nancy went home, thinking this certainly had been an eventful day. She hoped Haw-Haw would be all right.
Nancy found Hannah getting Mr. Drew’s clothes ready for the trip. She told her what had happened.
The housekeeper looked concerned, but then smiled. “I presume you’ll keep on having adventures up till the moment you get on the plane. I suggest that you start thinking about your own wardrobe. Are you going to pack the rug too?”
Nancy shook her head. “No. It will take up too much room.”
Nancy was just entering her bedroom when the telephone rang. She answered it in her father’s study. The hospital was calling and had a message for her from Mr. Hyde.
“He’s much better,” the nurse reported, “and the doctor said he might have visitors. Mr. Hyde insists he must see you at once. He has something very important to tell you.”
“I’ll be right down,” Nancy replied.
The hospital had put Mr. Hyde in a room with three other men. The old man motioned her to come close to his side.
“What I got to say to you is private,” he whispered. “I wanted you to know you weren’t to blame for what happened to me. I often get these heart spells.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Nancy murmured.
Haw-Haw went on, “Mostly I wanted you to know I wasn’t
“Ga-ga-ga—” the man gurgled.
The scimitar fell to the floor. Then, to Nancy’s horror, Haw-Haw collapsed.
“What you do?” the tailor cried, getting up from his chair and rushing over.
Nancy tried to explain that she was afraid Haw-Haw was going to stab her, but Mr. Anthony did not seem to understand. By this time Nancy had laid Haw-Haw flat on his back.
Nancy tried to resuscitate him but realized that the victim probably needed oxygen.
“Do you have a phone?” she asked the tailor.
“No.”
“I’ll be back,” Nancy said. “Do not move him.”
Alarmed, she raced to a street telephone booth and called for the police ambulance. It arrived quickly. A doctor and an officer hurried into the tailor shop. Nancy recognized the latter as one of the two policemen who were going to hunt down the person that had thrown the stone at her father’s car.
After a quick examination the doctor called for a pulmotor. As the officer administered oxygen, the physician gave the old man a heart massage.
While the men were working, Nancy picked up the scimitar. It was a duplicate of the one which had nearly injured Ned!
All this while the little tailor had been pacing back and forth, wringing his hands and evidently praying. He stopped when he saw Nancy gazing at the scimitar. He looked at it too.
“His?” he asked, pointing toward Haw-Haw.
“I think not,” Nancy replied. “There is a name on here. It is Aslanapa.”
The tailor shook his head. “I not know him.”
Nancy decided that whoever had planted the scimitar in the prayer rug had made sure there was no mark of identification on the weapon. She wondered if Aslanapa was the name of the maker or possibly of the burglar. She would just have to wait until Haw-Haw revived and ask him.
When he did regain consciousness, the old man was too weak to talk. The physician ordered that he be taken to the hospital at once, so Nancy had no chance to question him.
While Haw-Haw was being placed in the ambulance, the officer turned to Nancy. “Miss Drew, we meet again. I’m sorry I haven’t any news for you. We didn’t find any witnesses to the rock incident, much less suspects.”
Nancy had assumed as much. She showed the officer the scimitar and pointed out the name on it. She then explained it had been in Mr. Hyde’s possession.
“It’s a duplicate of the one which was left at my house by an unknown intruder,” she said.
“Chief McGinnis has every man on the alert. We’ll get him!” the officer assured her.
He made some notes in his report book, then the ambulance went off, its siren shrieking. Nancy went home, thinking this certainly had been an eventful day. She hoped Haw-Haw would be all right.
Nancy found Hannah getting Mr. Drew’s clothes ready for the trip. She told her what had happened.
The housekeeper looked concerned, but then smiled. “I presume you’ll keep on having adventures up till the moment you get on the plane. I suggest that you start thinking about your own wardrobe. Are you going to pack the rug too?”
Nancy shook her head. “No. It will take up too much room.”
Nancy was just entering her bedroom when the telephone rang. She answered it in her father’s study. The hospital was calling and had a message for her from Mr. Hyde.
“He’s much better,” the nurse reported, “and the doctor said he might have visitors. Mr. Hyde insists he must see you at once. He has something very important to tell you.”
“I’ll be right down,” Nancy replied.
The hospital had put Mr. Hyde in a room with three other men. The old man motioned her to come close to his side.
“What I got to say to you is private,” he whispered. “I wanted you to know you weren’t to blame for what happened to me. I often get these heart spells.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Nancy murmured.
Haw-Haw went on, “Mostly I wanted you to know I wasn’t
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