“Because they thought he would not suspect us, and we might be able to inveigle him into coming without making a rumpus.”
“I’ll go up and bring him down,” grunted Browning. “I’d rather not tackle the job, but something must be done.”
“Then,” said Frank, “leave the job to me.”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know now; but I’ll find a way. I want you to have a closed cab here in about fifteen minutes. Get it here as soon as that, and have the driver onto the game.”
“We’ll do it.”
“Now get out of sight. I’m going in.”
They scattered, and Merry advanced up the steps and rang the door-bell. Mrs. Harrington’s daughter appeared at the door.