“That’s the idea,” said the chief. “You go right back to town and get Henry Doremus and Ike Tantker. They’re deputy constables, and you can generally find ’em around my garage. If they ain’t there, Ted Rollaby, my mechanic, will tell you what to do. Now I’m goin’ in.”
There was an outside slanting door leading down into the cellar. The chief pulled this up, hooked it into place, and then, with his flashlight in one hand and his automatic in the other, started down the half-rotten wooden steps.
He had no sooner started down than Tania, deserting her barking post at the window, rushed past him and was into the dark musty cellar ahead of him.
“Oh,” murmured Arden, “I’m glad the dog went down.”
“So am I,” said Sim. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to the funny old chief, even if he does drive me crazy with his proverbs.”
“What do you think he’ll find?” asked Terry.
Before either of her chums could hazard a guess they all heard, above the frantic barking of Tania, the chief’s voice shouting:
“I’ve got him! I’ve found him! Here he is, tied up like a bag of potatoes in the cellar. I’ve found Mr. Uzlov!”
CHAPTER XXX
All Is Well
Gazing with fear-widened eyes at one another, the three girls waited for what might happen next.