"They had just time enough," he remarked, "to destroy about everything they wanted to and carry off the rest."
"All except the markers," I corrected.
"That was just a lucky chance," he returned. "Still, it throws an interesting sidelight on the case."
"It doesn't add much in my estimation to the character of Forbes," I ventured, voicing my own suspicions.
The telephone bell rang before Garrick had a chance to reply. Evidently in their haste they had not had time to cut the wires or to spread the news, yet, of the raid. Someone who knew nothing of what had happened was calling up.
Garrick quickly unhooked the receiver, with a hasty motion to us to remain silent.
"Hello," we heard him answer. "Yes, this is it. Who is this?"
He had disguised his voice. We waited anxiously and watched his face to gather what response he received.
"The deuce!" he exclaimed, with his hand over the transmitter so that his voice would not be heard at the other end.
"What's the matter?" I asked eagerly.