"This is horrible!" said Mr. Colton, "I can't yet believe that Dyer could be guilty of so fiendish an act."
"I can," asserted Josie grimly, "and it isn't the first time he has planned murder, either. Dyer was responsible for the explosion at the airplane factory."
Footsteps were heard. Out of the darkness between the group of buildings appeared two men, Crissey and Addison.
"Are we too late, Miss O'Gorman?" asked Crissey.
"Yes," she replied. "How did you lose track of Dyer?"
"He's a slippery fellow," said Addison, "and threw us off the scent. But finally we traced him here and—"
"And there he is," concluded Josie in a reproachful tone.
Crissey caught sight of the machine.
"Great Caesar!" he exclaimed, "who saved you?"
"I did," answered Joe, putting the revolver in his hip pocket, "but I wish you'd had the job, stranger."