“No monkey business, gentlemen!” Chick now said sharply. “The first man who moves will be a dead one! We’ll shoot to kill!”
The threat was sufficient, or the guns.
Only one of the rascals moved, save to throw up his hands.
Scoville edged nearer the hall door, but stood with his back against it, a position certainly not inviting suspicion.
“Good work, Chick,” Nick said simply, after the crooks had been handcuffed and he had been liberated. “It is about what I was expecting.”
“We’ve landed with both feet,” declared Patsy. “All we now want is the master crook, the rat who jabbed that needle in my neck.”
“We’ll get him, all right,” said Nick. “Get those jewel cases, Patsy, and we’ll head for the hotel. You remain here, Chick, and hold up the rascal if he returns. I’ll have policemen here on the quiet in a very few moments. I’ll not risk losing the rascal by not following him.”
“I’m with you, chief,” said Patsy.
Three minutes later four policemen entered the house and took the crooks in charge.
Chick continued to wait for Guelpa.