For an hour these men kept their heads together and talked in low tones.
They discussed first one plan and then another, and when they at last adjourned and stepped out upon the street they seemed satisfied about something.
Not far from the place of meeting a hand was laid upon Claude Lamont’s arm, and he looked into the face of a tall woman.
“You?” he cried, for he was alone, having separated from Richmond a few moments previous.
“Yes? Why not?”
“I thought I left you in the nest with Margie.”
“So you did, but there isn’t any nest now.”
“No nest? What’s happened?”
“The old place is in ashes.”
Lamont uttered a startled cry, and looked at the woman, who did not speak.