She called to the dog and walked briskly toward the house.
But Cyrus did not follow. The box of candy was still on the garden bench, and Cyrus was not immune to temptation.
Owen followed on his motorcycle the runabout in which Balthazar and the two chosen members of Rupert Wallace's band made their swift journey toward Castle Marvin.
A quarter of a mile from the grounds Owen drew alongside.
"This would be a good place to stop. The car can be hidden in the lane."
"Yes; master," said Balthazar.
He wheeled the machine upon a narrow roadway into the cover of the woods, and, with his companions, got out. Owen rode on ahead and was waiting for them as they neared the little foot path gate to the Marvin grounds.
"Look through the hedge there," he directed.
Balthazar crawled on his hands and knees to the box wall that surrounded the grounds. He thrust his shoulders through the bush and gazed for a moment at the dog devouring Pauline's bon-bons on the bench.
"I should say it would be well to act now—instantly, master," he cried, returning.