CHAPTER XXI
THE ANTICS OF A TRAIN
AT a gesture from Slim, George cut the cords that bound Garth's ankles. The detective rose. With a nod Slim motioned George towards the oak door which opened on Marlowe's cellar.
"Get to the 'phone," he whispered. "Pass the fair word, and bring the wheels here on the minute."
He swung on the detective.
"If you see anybody upstairs, just keep your back turned so they won't notice your pretty bracelets."
Garth shivered, aware that a new and disquieting element had entered the situation.
Slim indicated the revolver, held ready in his coat pocket.
"After George, and in front of me. Always like that from now on."
He touched the bottle of acid which he had taken from George.
"Remember this will be behind you like my gun, but I don't want to shoot to kill with either. Just a little in the face is better if you try to cut up."
"You heard my promise," Garth said.
He followed George through the doorway, re-
