“Tell you later,” answered Paul. “Finish what you started to say.”
“Well, as I was saying I saw Mr. Grey enter the house and I became frantic. I whistled and whistled but evidently you didn’t hear me. I couldn’t imagine what might happen to you and I couldn’t think of anything to do or how to help. I waited and it seemed to me like a year. I was already preparing to go down there myself when you two came out.”
“Nothing else happened?” asked Jack.
“Nothing else,” was the reply. “Wasn’t that enough?”
They slowed down to a walk as they approached Main Street. “Now tell me what happened to you,” said Ken.
“Plenty happened,” remarked Paul, “but let’s wait until we get to the garage where we can discuss the whole thing.”
At their destination, they sat down to rest. Paul and Jack heaved a sigh of relief. “What a close shave!” exclaimed Paul.
“Well, tell me, what happened?” asked Ken.
Between them, the two boys narrated the events that befell them while Ken gasped and could hardly believe it. When the story was all told, he exclaimed, “Say, this thing is getting to be dangerous. We have to do something about it.”
“Yes,” agreed Paul. “And we have to do it quickly. In all likelihood, those gangsters are going to return to that cellar, if they haven’t already. Seeing that we escaped, they will probably try to get away by tonight.”