“And dies amidst her worshipers.’
“And there,” he said as if he were but speaking to himself, “there is the whole ground work, the unfailing foundation that we must work upon, whether we are detectives or doctors or anything else. There is no such thing as successful deception. This case is an excellent illustration, and I must tell you about it later. It is an old, old error, a monstrous lie that has reached its end to-night, I firmly believe.”
CHAPTER VIII
IN MOST EXCELLENT GOOD SEASON
Almost as he ceased speaking the detective, peering forward, as if not quite certain of the road, it was so dark, placed a detaining hand on Davy’s arm. “Right to one side here and stop,” he said.
Without jar or sound, save the slight squeak of a brake, the Big Six came to a halt. The wonder of the Auto Boys was doubled, if such a thing were possible. Another hundred yards would have placed them directly in front of the dwelling of Mr. Peek.
“He had nothing to do with stealing that car, or ours,” Paul Jones could not refrain from whispering to Billy, at his side.
Lost in his own questioning thoughts, Worth did not answer.
“Keep right behind me, Philip, the gun in your right hand and pointed to the ground.” Mr. Rack was out of the car now, and taking Phil by the sleeve as he spoke, that young gentleman also stepped softly down. “If you boys are as quiet as mice,” said the detective to the others, “you will hear me call instructions, should I do so. We may be gone for some time.”