"Yes. He's there, now, watching over Myra."
"Well, at the worst," pursued Dick, "hire a second man and put him on guard nights outside the house, and you'll never hear from Dexter—except by mail, anyway. But how does the man expect you to send him word about the money? Did he give you any address?"
"He told me to put an advertisement, worded in a certain way, in the morning 'Blade.'"
"And—pardon me—you've been up and inserted the advertisement?" questioned Dick.
"Ye-es."
"And have arranged to get the money?"
"Yes; I've seen Mr. Dodge at the bank."
"When are you to meet Dexter!"
"When he sees my advertisement in the 'Blade' to-morrow he'll send me word where to meet him."
"You ought to send a detective, instead," blazed Dave Darrin.