"Well, Mr. Claflin and I are discussing this matter, and my proposition to him was such that he felt if must be made in your presence. Would you mind stepping inside for a moment?"
"You and the girl decided to give it up?" queried Mr. Sutton triumphantly.
"We are just discussing the matter now," was the answer.
Sutton went up the steps and disappeared inside.
And about four minutes after that Mr. Wynne stood in the hallway, puffing a little as he readjusted his necktie. He picked up his hat, drew on his gloves and then rapped on the door of the back parlor. Miss Kellner appeared.
"We will go now," said Mr. Wynne quietly.
"But is it safe, Gene?" she asked quickly.
"Perfectly safe, yes. There's no danger of being followed if we go immediately."
She gazed at him wonderingly, then followed him to the door. He opened it and she passed out, glancing around curiously. For one instant he paused, and there came a clatter and clamor from somewhere in the rear of the house. He closed the door with a grim smile.
"Which are the detectives?" asked Miss Kellner, in an awed whisper.