“Had we better rush in on them?”
“We might meet them on the threshold and get into too close quarters,” said Chick, after an instant’s thought. “We’d better get them after they come into the hall.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Slip across into that front parlor and be ready to nail them from that side,” Chick directed. “I’ll cover this part of the hall.”
“I’ve got you,” Patsy nodded. “Give a yell when you’re ready.”
He darted across the hall with the last and into the dim, luxuriously furnished parlor.
Chick crouched back of the rise of the stairs.
Both scarce had gained these positions when the four crooks, with Nick in their midst, issued from the dining room and headed toward the front of the hall.
Chick waited until they were midway between the several doors, that no swift leap into either room should save any of them. Then he uttered the yell for which Patsy Garvan was waiting.
“Now, Patsy, get them!”