"Yes?" queried the sergeant. "You didn't expect to meet him, did you?"
"No."
"Hm-m-m," declared the sergeant. "You might have been on your way out, young fellow. The watchman says you sent him to get us. Lucky he found us right outside the door of the bank — before you had time to get away."
"Get away?" echoed Salisbury.
"Yes." replied the sergeant firmly. "You've told your story, Salisbury. It doesn't go with what I've seen here. Those stairs are the only way in and out of this place. There's the dead man. You're here, with your own gun. And there's no question about it — this gun killed Wellington!"
The sergeant made a motion to two policemen who had followed him. They stepped forward and seized Hubert Salisbury, who sagged limply within their grasp.
"I'm arresting you for murder!" declared the sergeant.
All went black before Hubert Salisbury's eyes. The facts seemed all against him. Innocent though he was, Hubert Salisbury knew that the burden of this crime would be laid upon him!
Chapter X — Ferret Displays Craft
Ferret nudged Butcher as the two men stole along the gravel path outside the secluded home of Roland Delmar. The big man stopped.