The lights on the car went out. The man entered the house. A dim lamp showed through a screened window.
"Ready?" questioned Grady.
"No," replied Benson. "Harmon and Shamlin are coming. We shall wait for them."
Scarcely a minute elapsed after the old man's remark before there was a slight sound from the woods close by. A low whistle followed. Benson replied. Shamlin and Harmon came creeping through the darkness. The four men of crime were together.
"All set?" questioned Shamlin.
"Yes," returned Benson. "He's in the house now. He went out nearly an hour ago.
Someone called him up from the station. Grady was listening by the window. He came back, alone. We were waiting for you men. What kept you?"
Shamlin laughed.
"A wise guy, following us," he said. "We caught on to his game this afternoon. He was on our trail, in a coupe. So we fixed things for him.
"Instead of getting here early, we headed for a town ten miles away. At eleven o'clock, I spotted a curve in the road. That's where we gave it to him!"