“It is you, Mr. Little?” inquired Ralph quickly.
“Yes, it’s me. Who are you? Oh, young Fairbanks,” spoke the paymaster, peering closely at Ralph.
“Yes, sir.”
“I thought I heard a pane of glass smash--”
“You did. Hurry to the rear, Mr. Little.”
“What for?”
“I’ll cover the front.”
“Why--”
“Two men are in your house. They were just at your desk when I discovered them.”
“Two men in the house!”