“I think so.”
Gilmore locked the door again, and the two men joined Geary in the back end of the room.
“Tell me what’s up,” said the doctor, looking from one man to the other in amazement.
In a moment more it all came out.
A detective had found his way into the cellar.
The doctor cursed until the air was almost blue.
Chick, peeping from the head of the stairs, heard it all, and rather enjoyed it.
“Why haven’t you been doing something?” demanded the doctor. “For all you know, the fellow may be out in the street and halfway to police headquarters now.”
“He can’t get out. The door in the wall is fastened from the street side.”
It was Geary who spoke.