"I have business here," said our hero dryly, realizing that he had a great advantage over Bulson. "You hardly expected to see Gertrude come back from Lakewood so soon, did you?"
"I—er—I know nothing of Lakewood," stammered Bulson.
"That proves you have a wonderfully short memory, Homer Bulson."
"I won't listen to you. You get right out of this house."
"I won't get out."
"Then I'll call an officer, and have you put out."
"If you call an officer, you'll be the one to go with him," returned our hero calmly. "Homer Bulson, your game is played to the end, and you have lost."
"Boy, you talk in riddles."
"Then I'll explain myself. You plotted to drive Gertrude from this house, and you succeeded. Then you plotted against your uncle, and had Gertrude made a prisoner at Lakewood."
"Stuff and nonsense!"