Patsy sprang through the window, with revolvers up, and Nick Carter through the door, followed by Mr. Mountain.
Nick met two men dashing down the stairs, the first one of whom he struck in the face with the butt of his revolver, knocking him senseless, and grappled with the other.
Patsy had sprung at the servant woman, who had shown fight, to find she was a man in woman’s clothes, and he found his hands full.
Chick had easy work in overcoming the Brown Robin.
It was a fight soon over, however. The two men Nick had attacked in the hall, finding the door open, fled through it.
The other man, in woman’s clothes, was overcome by Patsy, and, with Nick’s aid, bound.
Though beaten, the Brown Robin was game.
“Well, Mr. Carter,” she said, “I have come to the end. I was told you would overreach me if I met you. You have. I did not think you would. I thought myself smarter than you.”
“You were very easy,” said Nick, quietly. “I could have taken you yesterday, when I dined with you, in the Lexington Avenue house, as Mr. Cary.”
“You?” she cried. “You did that?”