“And while you kept us engaged in conversation—” cried Graham, advancing threateningly.
“The police were coming on a special train to my assistance,” said Mr. Braithwait, taking a second cigar.
“Damn you!” exclaimed Baxter, threateningly.
“Stop!” cried Graham, interposing. “We have no time for that. Let us run!”
“Don’t!” said the host, warningly. “The house is surrounded, and you will certainly be shot. Accept the situation, as I did. You gentlemen have been my guests this evening, and I have been highly entertained. May I hope that the pleasure has been mutual?”
Before anyone could answer, the door leading to the woodshed was thrown open, and four policemen appeared on the threshold. Montgomery sank helplessly into a chair. Baxter made a dash for the door, while Graham remained impassive, but all were alike handcuffed expeditiously.