A bad night! It would be a bad night, if the enemy chose to act!
“What’s the trouble?” questioned Blair.
* * *
Harry Vincent studied the speaker closely. He realized that he was not the only one whose safety was at stake. This affair involved Blair Windsor too. Now was no time for silence.
Harry went over and shut the door, first assuring himself that Vernon was not in the hall.
“Listen, Blair.” Harry’s voice carried a stern emphasis that brought a look of surprise to the other’s face. “There’s trouble here. Real trouble. We’ve got to meet it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just this. People are plotting against you. I suspect both Bert Crull and Vernon.”
“Impossible!”
“It’s not impossible, Blair. Who lives in that farmhouse, over on the other side of the little hill?”