“All right, Otto,” said Blake briskly. “Did you bring the watchman?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you put the sedan away?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good night.”
At midnight, the men concluded their game of billiards. As they went upstairs together, Blake passed the butler with confidence and assurance. Paget accompanied Blake to his room.
“Remember,” said Paget, “you are Wilbur Blake. I’ve told you much tonight. I have more pointers that you will learn to morrow.
“I’m here for a month — and the game is in our hands.”
The other man nodded.
“Good night, Rodney,” he said.