"N-no, sir, it's on the table."
"I'll take your word for it. Throw the key over your shoulder, then stick up your hands again."
Johnny complied with these demands, and Bill picked up the key by sitting on the floor and worming over to where it lay.
"Think you can turn this with your teeth, Mr. Scotland Yard?"
Mike nodded. Bill swung round and lifted his hands as high as his bonds permitted. The detective lowered his head and got his teeth on the key. A moment later there sounded a slight snap--and Bill was free.
"Good job!" He worked his cramped shoulders. "That certainly is a relief!"
He limped to the table, snatched a knife and a couple of seconds later Mike was on his feet. Without more ado they turned to, and roped the gangsters one by one.
Dorothy got down from the plane and came into the room.
"Who's going to stand guard while the plane goes for the police?"
"Nobody," was Bill's answer. "We'll pile the bunch in the bus and take them to New Canaan ourselves. Gosh, there'll be some big time in the town tonight, when we arrive!"