"In a taxicab?" she repeated, as the others told what they had seen
outside. "Listen to me, Paul. Go to the window and show yourself. Then
leave the house. This fellow Locke will investigate--and we'll tend to
the rest."
Paul moved to the window, opened it, and stepped out on a small balcony.
Dora slipped to his side and for a moment they stood there gazing
apparently at the view of the river. Then they re-entered the apartment.
"Now go, Paul," said Dora. "Whoever this fellow is, we'll handle him."
Paul started to get his hat, then stopped and from his pocket drew out a
small package.
"I was going to use this elsewhere," he said, "but it might come in
handy to--"
Dora reached for the package, but Paul withdrew it hastily.
"Careful, Dora," he admonished. "There's a small gas-bomb inside."
The five now conferred a bit and it was agreed that this time the
inquisitive Mr. Locke would surely trouble them no more.
"With Locke out of the way," promised Paul to Dora, "the road to our
fortune is clear."
A moment later Paul left the apartment, descended in the elevator, and
jumped into a taxicab and was off.
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