for you to come up here. There's a phone here.
It's over there!"

Drew nodded. "I saw it," he said thoughtfully. "We better be careful
how we use the phones of this house. They tapped the wires before, and
they can do it again. We're fighting very high-class devils."

"It doesn't seem real!" blurted Harry Nichols. "I thought that death
only stalked in No Man's Land. It's right here, gentlemen!"

Drew frowned and shook his head. He glanced at Miss Stockbridge. He
rubbed his hands softly. "No more danger," he warned in a confident
voice. "We've got twenty Central Office men in the house or about the
place. No bank was ever better protected. There will be no real trouble
to-night."

"That's what you said the other time, to father," Loris suggested
without thought. "You did--you remember? You were in the library and he
felt so confident nothing would happen. Something did happen!"

"I admit it!" Drew said with candor, "I admit everything, Miss Loris.
I'm partly to blame. The trouble was, I underestimated my adversary. A
man should never do that. This time, though," he added with glazed eyes
that roamed the walls. "This time is going to be different. Now, how
about all your rooms? We must be sure that there is no slip. We must be
sure----"

"Sure, we must be sure!" interrupted Delaney. "I've looked everywhere,
Chief. Leave that to me!"

Drew glanced at Loris, who had stepped toward Harry Nichols. He studied
the picture the two made, with their heads close together. The captain
held himself defiantly, but with that certain polish which goes with a
fondness for the things of life worth having. He had chosen a rather
pretty girl, and upon her he had lavished his attentions. He had defied
Stockbridge! This was motive enough for a crime. He was not the
criminal, decided Drew. There was that to the captain's resolute,
though thick lips, and his wide eyes, which assured the detective he
would not stoop to low things to gain his ends. He had enlisted
voluntarily. He had worked hard at Plattsburg. He had served, and was
upon the eve of going to Pershing. No man with such a record would slay
a girl's father to gain the girl.

The detective erased Harry Nichols from his mind. "You two," he said
commandingly, "had better go into the library! I mean Miss
Stockbridge's writing-room. Stay there, please, till Mr. Delaney and I
notify you. Who else, beside we four, are in this part of the house?"

"Only the maid," said Loris.