“They’ve been having meetings for more than a week,” explained Patsy. “I heard about them two days ago, and I’ve been to two of the meetings. They were hot stuff, I’m telling you. Some of the speakers were in favor of coming up here with dynamite bombs and blowing everything to blazes.”
“You mean the Milmarsh house?” queried Captain Brown.
“I mean everything up here. The Old Pike Inn was to go, too, because some of them say it harbors men who are mixed up in this swindle to rob poor people of their savings.”
“Is that so?” exclaimed Captain Brown, more interested than ever. “Look here, Carter! We can’t let this go on! We’ll have to take a hand in it. You will go up to the house with me, won’t you?”
“I intended to go up there,” was the quiet reply. “Can we use your big motor car?”
“Of course. I’ll have it got ready at once. Then we can take a roundabout way and get to the house before the mob.”
“That was what I calculated on,” returned the detective.
Captain Brown hustled out of the room to order his car, while Nick gazed out of the window at the excited mob of both sexes on their way to the Milmarsh mansion.
“We shall have to save the property at all events, Chick,” he remarked, without turning around. “The rightful heir must not have his place destroyed before he has time to settle down.”