"Wait till I get that word," implored Noddy, pulling out a notebook and a stub of pencil.
"Splendid grounds they have here for taking strolls at night," Jack could not help observing.
From yellow Jarrow's face turned ashen pale. Muttering something about a telephone call, he hurried into the hotel.
"Goodness, that shot brought down a bird, with a vengeance," chuckled Billy.
Jarrow's head was suddenly thrust out of an open window. He glared at the boys balefully. His face was black as a thundercloud.
"You boys have been playing the sneak on me," he cried angrily. "If you take my advice, you will not do so in the future."
He withdrew his head as quickly as a turtle draws its headpiece into its shell.
"He's a corker," cried Noddy. "I'll bet if he had a chance, he'd like to half kill us."
"Shouldn't wonder," laughed Jack, "but he isn't going to get that chance. But hullo! What's all this coming up the driveway?"
The others looked in the same direction and beheld a curious spectacle.