"There goes one of your theories, Marsh," laughed Morgan.
"Which one?" inquired Marsh.
"That Clark Atwood and this man Hunt were not in cahoots."
Marsh smiled. "What is the proverb?" he said. "'Tis wisdom sometimes to seem a fool.'"
"Now then, Morgan," he continued, briskly, "there's the telephone. You make arrangements to have your men come out and take care of the evidence in the basement, and the prisoners. While you're doing that, the rest of us will bring in those fellows we left out by the road."
Morgan went to the telephone as directed, and Marsh led the others down the drive to the gate. Everything was just as they had left it, and they found the two men where they had placed them, behind the bushes.
"If I'm any example," said Tierney, "these two guys must be near frozen to death."
"That'll cool off their ambition for a fight," replied Marsh.
Marsh placed Wagner, who was the smaller of the two men, over his shoulder, and Tierney and Nels, carrying the other man between them, followed Marsh back to the house. They put the two men in chairs in the library, and lifting the other man from the floor placed him in a chair near them. Marsh then turned to Morgan.
"Have you fixed everything up?"