"But," added the district attorney, as the car started forward
again, "If you hear shots, I don't care how fast you come."

The officer grinned.

"Better let me trail along now," he called; "that's a tough joint."

But Wharton motioned him back; and when again he turned to look the
man still stood where they had parted.

Two minutes later an empty taxi-cab came swiftly toward him and, as
it passed, the driver lifted his hand from the wheel, and with his
thumb motioned behind him.

"That's one of the men," said Nolan,"that started with Mr. Rumson
and Hewitt from Delmonico's."

Wharton nodded; and, now assured that in their plan there had been
no hitch, smiled with satisfaction. A moment later, when ahead of
them on the asphalt road Nolan pointed out a spot of yellow, he
recognized the signal and knew that within call were friends.

The yellow cigarette-box lay directly in front of a long wooden
building of two stories. It was linked to the road by a curving
driveway marked on either side by whitewashed stones.

On verandas enclosed In glass Wharton saw white-covered tables
under red candle-shade and, protruding from one end of the house
and hung with electric lights in paper lanterns, a pavilion for