"You hit him several times in the last fight," said Evelyn faintly, "and it didn't do any good."
"We'll use armor-piercing bullets this time," said Davis exuberantly. "Or we may be able to mount a one-pounder automatic. I think the plane will stand it. And at worst we can ram him."
Evelyn turned a trifle pale. "That means you'll both be killed."
Davis smiled. "Maybe not. We'll take a chance anyway, won't we, Gerrod?"
Teddy nodded shortly. "I'm going to get Varrhus or he's going to get me," he said succinctly.
They started for the front door. The commissioner of police was just getting out of his car.
"News, most likely," said Teddy, and they waited.
The commissioner of police looked worried when he shook hands with Teddy.
"My men have been trying to trace that package that contained the bracelet," he told him, "and have found that it was put in a country rural-delivery mail box after dark. The mail carrier took it when he made his morning route. There's absolutely no way of tracing it any farther. Any one might have passed by in an automobile and have put it in. The farmer in whose box it was is above suspicion. Now another set of letters has been sent in the same way from another rural-delivery box a hundred miles from the first. One is addressed to Miss Hawkins. I have it here. The postal authorities called me in when they saw the envelope."
He showed a huge yellow envelope addressed to Evelyn. In one corner was a large return card. "The Dictatorial Residence."