“I’ll be down in a minit,” said Larchmond, and bang, down came the window.
Several minutes passed. Then a light appeared in the hall, and they heard the old man nervously unlock and unbolt the door.
“Come in an’ tell me the trouble,” he said. “Why, who’s this?” he added, looking at Bob.
“This is my friend, Bob Alden. We have just come away from Raymond’s Hotel——”
“Is somebody killed there?” put in Larchmond, quickly. “I always allowed as how some day they would have a fight and——”
“No one is killed but Raymond’s two blood-hounds,” laughed Frank.
“Do tell!”
“My friend Bob shot them. But we have had serious trouble, and we want your advice as to what is best to do.”
“Come into the sittin’-room. It’s all right, Mirandy!” called Larchmond up the stairs.
“I’m comin’ down!” returned Mrs. Larchmond, and presently she appeared, fully dressed.