“It must be done,” Kate insisted. “Is Moran in the side street with your limousine?”
“Yes.[Pg 32]”
“Open the window. Whistle him up here. He will aid us.”
“Surest thing you know,” cried Dacey, darting to the window.
“Note me, Jim, and follow my instructions,” Kate quickly added. “I’ll go at once to Sheldon’s suite, as planned, and find out whether Carter is there.”
“I get you.”
“If he is, and appears likely to give us further trouble, I’ll hold him up with a gun in about ten minutes. In the meantime, with Martin Moran to aid, gag this whelp and tie his hands together. Then steal into Sheldon’s suite through the rear door. He left it unlocked for me.”
“I’m on,” Dacey nodded.
“Come quietly, mind you, and be ready to lend me a hand,” Kate directed. “If we can get away with Carter and this fellow and confine them in your crib, we’ll jump this house and remain at your place until we can bring Sheldon to his milk. He’ll be so rattled up by this turn of affairs, that I think he will weaken.”
“But how——”