"What is it?"
Gibson smiled and shook his head.
"I can't tell you now," he said. "Be here tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock and you can be in on the whole business. I don't expect there'll be any shooting, but you might as well bring guns if you have them."
"Another 'Red Mike'?" asked Brennan.
Gibson smiled again.
"Be here and see," he said, inexplicitly.
CHAPTER XVI
With Benton, the photographer, who performed his jig dance to the rhythm of "Gunga Din" when he was told he faced another adventure, Brennan and John were in Gibson's office before 10 o'clock the next morning. They found Gibson alone in his inner office.