"For God's sake, what's the matter?" cried Morgan.
By this time Marsh had recovered his calm and easy manner. "I had a visitor," he said, smiling, and slipping his automatic back into his pocket. "Come in."
The two men passed through to the living room and Marsh closed the door and followed.
"Where did he go?" asked Morgan, as Marsh entered the room.
"There it is," said Marsh, contemptuously, nodding toward Newman.
Morgan and Tierney hurried to the man and straightened him out on his back. Newman was still too dazed to do more than roll his eyes at them.
"'Baldy' Newman!" exclaimed Morgan, looking up at Marsh. "How did you get him?"
Marsh briefly explained the incident. "And what beats me," he concluded, "is how he got by the policeman at the door."
"By a well-laid plan, Marsh. We were talking about it to the patrolman when the shooting began. That was the first we realized what the scheme had been."
"What was it?" inquired Marsh. "I thought I heard a couple of shots sometime ago, but as nothing seemed to happen afterward, I concluded it was just somebody's tire."