Bob looked up, to find himself staring in the muzzle of a revolver!
“You filthy crook!” declared Mitchell firmly. “You are not Robert Galvin. You are an impostor! Your name is Maddox. You are one of the crooks whom Theodore Galvin feared!”
Maddox did not deny the impeachment. He cowered momentarily before the threat of the revolver; then regained his bearing. He looked shrewdly at Zachary Mitchell.
“What of it?” he asked. “Old Galvin was crooked, too. He double-crossed the Chief. We’re only after what belongs to us.”
“Part of it may be yours,” declared Mitchell. “But as it now stands, possession has priority.
“Robert Galvin is entitled to whatever wealth may be in that hiding place. You have tried to rob him. Where is he? Murdered?”
“No,” replied Maddox, calmly. “He is tucked away somewhere. We didn’t want him to make trouble.
“Look here. There’s enough of a haul for all of us. If you want a split, we’ll give it to you.”
“Very considerate,” commented Mitchell, sarcastically. “I shall end that little game, right now.”
He reached for the telephone with his free hand.