“Crooked work here,” whispered Dinsmore.
“Sure!” replied Nick. “We must get a line on it, if possible.”
They had not gone very near the house, presuming that there might be men on guard who would give warning to the others.
It seemed best to try to get at the kitchen windows from behind, and, accordingly, they went around to another street, through a yard, and over a fence.
This took some time, but the lights were still there, and all was quiet within.
Although the curtains were down, they managed to get a glimpse inside through a small hole.
It was just enough to show a good many tough-looking men around a table, with Snell in the middle.
He was counting out a big roll of bills.
“Buying back the papers,” whispered Nick, “and paying the ransom for his daughter.”