"That's settled, then. What I can't understand is why you didn't corral that gang long before this--or at least put the police on to them, if you knew where they were all the time."
"But that's just it--they haven't been in the house since the robbery. I've driven up there several times and reconnoitered from the air as well."
"Then what makes you think you'll corner the gang at the house now?"
The car turned in the Dixon's drive and came to a stop by the side entrance.
"You'll have to wait till the next chapter for that," he laughed. "Time is worth more than money now. I'll tell you all about it when we get going again. Beat it upstairs now and change that light dress for breeches and a dark sweater or coat. I'll run across the road for something more suitable and less conspicuous than white flannels."
"O.K." Dorothy sprang out of the car. "Don't forget our armory."
"Not a chance. Now forget the prinking and make it snappy," he sang out, backing down the driveway.
Chapter XII
THE HOUSE IN THE HILLS
"Don't tell me it takes a girl long to change her clothes!" was Dorothy's salutation, as Bill drove up to the side entrance again. "You've kept me waiting here exactly three minutes and a half."
"Sorry," he said in mock contrition. "Fact is, I thought we'd better use my own bus tonight and I had to go out to the garage to get it."