The FedsI rushed into the room, horrified. "What happened, sir? Who's done this to you?"
He gestured for us to sit, so we did. A maid came in, bringing water in a bowl, along with a cloth.
"Bring tea and a pitcher of water," I said. The maid curtsied and left, closing the door behind her.
Morton leaned on one elbow, eyes partially shut, and began cleaning his face.
Tony leaned over to speak in my ear. "Pearson found him on the front porch, unconscious. It was only a few minutes before you arrived. He has just awakened."
"Has the doctor been called?"
Tony nodded.
Morton wore the same dark brown business suit he wore over two weeks ago when we rescued David Bryce. But his suit was rumpled and stained, with his shirt tails out and one pocket torn. His Derby hat was nowhere to be seen.
