“I do a little laughing myself sometimes,” Joe said coldly. “And this is one of the times!”
CHAPTER XXX
BROUGHT TO BOOK—CONCLUSION
There was a gasp of dismay and astonishment, as the conspirators jumped to their feet from the windowsill upon which they had been sitting.
At the same instant Joe drew the flashlight from his pocket and illumined their startled faces.
“Don’t move!” he commanded. “Jim, you keep them covered.”
Jim took up his station in the doorway, and in the insufficient light the rascals could not see whether he had a weapon or not.
“What do you mean by this?” blustered Fleming, in a voice that he tried to make brave, but that quavered despite himself.