"Louie," ordered the millionaire, turning to the Filipino, "ask Fleming to run down to the Inn and bring Mr. Bruxton's luggage up here."
The matter settled, Mayo glanced toward his radio set and turned the dials. A note chimed, and the announcer stated that it was exactly forty-five minutes past eight o'clock. Mayo pointed to the clock on his mantel.
"Look at that," he said. "The clock's on the dot. It's always right. The best clock I ever had!"
"What's coming over the air from WNX?" questioned Stuart, in a casual tone.
"I'll see," Mayo turned the dial and tuned in on a soft musical program. "That's WNX. I'll leave it there." He settled back in his chair; then looked suddenly back and forth from Stuart to Hawthorne, as he uttered a sudden exclamation and snapped his fingers.
"What do you think happened here two nights ago?" he asked. "We had burglars!"
"Burglars?" echoed Hawthorne uneasily.
"Absolutely," declared Mayo. "Two of them. Both masked. Louie came down and found them."
"Did he chase them out?" asked Stuart.
"Yes and no," answered Mayo. "He nabbed one of them, but before he could overpower the fellow, the other showed up and spoiled it all. He knocked Louie unconscious.