“That’s plenty,” cried Jim Spencer. “Where is their hangout?”
“At 752 York Street; in the cellar.”
Just then they were interrupted by the entrance of the secretary, who said, “A gentleman to see you, Mr. Bates. He—”
The man was directly behind her and he said, “Never mind telling who I am and what my business is. I’ll do it myself.”
Everybody looked at the speaker. The boys jumped to their feet as if they had been touched by an electric spark. Simultaneously, they all cried, “Mr. Grey!”
CHAPTER XXII
Mr. Grey