“Slip in behind him, Biddle, and get his weapons,” Guelpa commanded. “Fish out his darbies, also, and snap them on his wrists. Egad! could one have more satisfaction than in doing a dick with his own bracelets?”
“Not much more, doc!” cried Draper, laughing.
“Dukes behind him, Biddle. I told you I’d get him, Draper,” Guelpa triumphantly added, while two of the crooks hastened to secure the detective.
“You made good, all right.”
“He isn’t in my class.”
“Few dicks are, doc, as far as that goes.”
“Why, he told me on the way here that he didn’t suspect me,” cried Guelpa derisively. “We’ve got him dead to rights, then. He can have handed nothing to others about me.”
“Surely not.”
“And we’ll make dead sure that he never will. I suppose you wonder, Carter, what we are doing in this house.”
“Well, not seriously,” said Nick, with mocking indifference.