"What!" said he. "That kind of gun once more? This reminds me of old times!"
"It's a mere precaution," said the other. "Don't count on using it! Remember, you're going to visit the most respectable citizen of the town—perhaps on a wild goose errand."
"I guess not," said Ned quietly.
"We daren't assume anything. I don't want to make a fool of myself, and no more do you, I take it."
"I see," said Ned, with a nod. "Well, I'll keep him in his chair for you."
"That's it."
They were walking quickly through the silent town under the windy night sky. It was a dark boisterous evening, not inviting for strollers, and they scarcely passed a soul till they were in the quiet road where the villa stood. There, from the shadows of a gateway, two figures moved out to meet them, and Cromarty recognised Superintendent Sutherland and one of his constables. The two saluted in silence and fell in behind. They each carried, he noticed, something long-shaped wrapped up loosely in sacking.
"What have they got there?" he asked.
"Prosaic instruments," smiled Carrington. "I won't tell you more for fear the gamble doesn't come off."
"Like the sensation before one proposes, I suppose," said Ned. "Well, going by that, the omens ought to be all right."
