I went up," Bland continued. "I saw him run into one of the rooms and lock the door."
"I've got charge now," the mayor reassured him, "don t you worry."
"There's something doing." This seemed to be Max's voice.
"There sure is," laughed Cargan. "But what do I care? I own young Drayton. I put him where he is. I ain't afraid. Let them gumshoe round as much as they want to. They can't touch me."
"Maybe not," said Bland. "But Baldpate Inn ain't the grand idea it looked at first, is it?"
"It's a hell of an idea," answered Cargan. There wasn't any need of all this folderol. I told Hayden so. Does that phone ring?"
"No—it'll just flash a light, when they want us," Bland told him.
Mr. Magee and Professor Bolton continued softly up the stairs, and in answer to the former's invitation, the old man entered number seven and took a chair by the fire.
"It is an amazing tangle," he remarked, "in which we are involved. I have no idea what your
