“They’ve actually ridden past the regimental camp. I can’t understand why the Colonel did not attack them.”
“Gee Whilikens, there’s a million of ’em!” cried a boy nearby.
“Perhaps the Colonel thought discretion the better part of valour, Mr. Suggs,” suggested Stella smilingly.
“Red tape,” the detective explained with disgust—“he has no order. Just wait until the assassins walk into the trap I’ve laid for them. Come, we will hurry to your gate. I want you to see what happens.”
They crossed the street and hurried to the Judge’s place.
Suggs summoned the commander of his force of “metropolitan” police and in short sharp tones gave his orders.
“Are your men all ready, officer?”
“Yessir!”
“Fully armed?”
“You bet.”