“The Paradise City people!”
“Upon my word, I don’t know what you’re driving at, Captain Brown,” returned Nick, somewhat impatiently. “Who are the Paradise City people?”
Captain Brown had cooled down a little by this time, and he took a seat and fanned himself with his hat for a few moments, as he pointed to the window.
Chick stepped over and looked out.
“Well, what’s broken loose?”
Before he could answer, there was another knock at the door. In quick response to the detective’s “Come in!” a young man, also in considerable excitement, surged into the apartment.
The young man was Patsy Garvan!
“Say, chief, I been wanting to get to you, but I thought I’d better wait till I knew you’d want me.”
“Well?”
“There’s going to be merry hilltop to pay at Milmarsh’s to-day, and we ought to get busy, or there won’t be any house for Howard Milmarsh to take when he does prove his rights.”