Patsy informed him with very few words what had occurred, and the subterfuge Nick had employed.
“It now is up to us, Chick,” he added. “The gang we want is in that house, and probably Arthur Gordon. We must go in and get them. There’s nothing else to it.”
“Only one thing,” corrected Chick, who again was sizing up the house.
“What’s that?”
“The way to get in, Patsy, so as to catch them hands down. It’s a hundred to one that they are on the ground floor, also in one of the rear rooms, as you have said.”
“It’s a safe gamble, Chick, in my opinion.”
“And I am equally sure that we could not force any of the lower windows without being heard. We can take a chance and approach the front of the house, and by climbing that trellis at the east end of the veranda, we can reach the veranda roof and three of the second-floor windows.”
“Like breaking sticks,” nodded Patsy approvingly. “It’s dollars to doughnuts that we then can quietly force one of the windows.”
“I think so, too.”
“Well, what do you say?”