At the end of about a minute, Badger turned and rushed back to the house, entering it at the top of his speed.
Conley, meantime, bolted out of sight toward the stable door, yet not into it, which was out of view of the detectives.
“Where the dickens did he go?” said Chick curiously.
“It looked as if he went into the stable,” said Patsy.
“I’m not so sure of that.”
“No?”
“I thought he turned to one side just before he approached the door.”
“He may have run around the farthest corner,” suggested Patsy. “We might change our positions, Chick, so as to see that door.”
“Wait a bit,” replied Chick. “There’s a big hurry here over something, and we shall see all there is to be seen in short order.”