“The devil!” Dacey exclaimed. “Things are looking bad.”
“We can right them, or get what’s coming to us, at least,” Kate hurriedly replied. “Come what may, Jim, these dicks will have nothing on us. We must stave off arrest and exposure, however, if possible. Cut one of the window cords and bind this whelp.”
Dacey hastened to do so, asking, in the meantime:
“How did you run foul of him?”
“We met in the entry.”
“What was he doing there?”
“Give it up,” said Kate tersely. “There must be more doing than we have suspected. There is only one course for us, Jim, until we can land the coin.”
“What’s that?”
“We must get Nick Carter, also, if he has gone to Sheldon’s suite, as I suspect,” Kate hurriedly explained. “We must get away with both of these dicks and hold them at your place until we can bring Sheldon to our terms. There’s nothing else to it.”
“Can it be done?” questioned Dacey doubtfully.