"Ah — through Harvey Bronlon?"
"Perhaps."
With this slight reviving hope, Roland Delmar walked from the room, accompanied by Judge. The latter saw his visitor from the house.
Turning, he rushed swiftly back to the study. He pulled open the door and admitted his three companions to the room.
"You heard it all?" he whispered.
The men replied with nods.
"Major," said Judge tensely, "go down and get Deacon right away. He is at the funeral parlor. Tell him about Wellington being in the bank — that young Salisbury is there, too. There's only one thing to do—"
"I get it," said Major. "Listen—"
He gripped Judge by the shoulder, and spoke in a quick, low voice.
"You remember — I told you — the first night in there" — Major's terse words were bringing nods from Judge — "I wanted to be safe — just a precaution — Deacon said something about a frame-up—"