CHAPTER XXIV.
THE END OF THE MYSTERY.
As Redfern and his two companions advanced down the apartment, their revolvers leveled, Havens and Sam dropped their hands away from their automatics.
“Hardly quick enough, Havens,” Redfern said, advancing with a wicked smile on his face. “To tell you the truth, old fellow, we have been looking for you for a couple of days!”
“I’ve been looking for you longer than that!” replied Mr. Havens.
“Well,” Redfern said with a leer, “it seems that we have both met our heart’s desire. How are your friends?”
“Sound asleep and perfectly happy,” replied the millionaire.
“You mean that they were asleep when you left them.”
“Certainly!”
“Fearful that they might oversleep themselves,” Redfern went on, “I sent my friends to awake them. They may be here at any moment now. I expect to hold quite a reception to-night.”
Laying his automatic down on the floor, Havens walked deliberately to a great easy-chair which stood not far away and sat down. No one would judge from the manner of the man that he was not resting himself in one of his own cosy rooms at his New York hotel. Sam was not slow in following the example of his employer. Redfern frowned slightly at the nonchalance of the man.