“A bluff. He’ll be right out in front of the Martinique.”
But he was not. They found him in Beverly Carlysle’s house. They entered with drawn revolvers.
“Hands up!”
(To be continued.)
XIII
Up they went, Beverly’s and Gregory’s.
“You look natural, Jud,” said Beverly, “all dressed up with a gun.”
“Silence, woman!” said Bassett sternly. “I have brought a confession for you two to sign.”
“All right,” said Gregory. “Got a fountain pen?”
This was the confession: