"Whassiz game?"
"I do not know. Personally I think he is here to kidnap my son Ogden."
"I'll fix'm," said the fair Trimble confidently. "Say, that butler 'f yours. He's a crook!"
Mrs. Pett opened her eyes. This woman was manifestly competent at her work.
"Have you found that out already?"
"D'rectly saw him." Miss Trimble opened her purse. "Go' one 'f his photographs here. Brought it from office. He's th' man that's wanted 'll right."
"Mr. Sturgis and I both think he is working with the other man, the one who pretends to be my nephew."
"Sure. I'll fix 'm."
She returned the photograph to her purse and snapped the catch with vicious emphasis.
"There is another possibility," said Mrs. Pett. "My nephew, Mr. William Partridge, had invented a wonderful explosive, and it is quite likely that these men are here to try to steal it."