CHAPTER XXVII

IT WAS AT that moment that a police officer burst into the room. “I think they’ve settled Minns,” he said. Mary uttered an exclamation of horror. “Daddy—that was the way he went!” “Where is he?” asked Dick. “He’s in the kitchen next door. I think he’s been shot.” In a minute Dick was by the wounded man’s side. Minns lay on his back. He was unconscious, and his coat was soddened with blood. “Let me see, please.” It was Mary. She knelt by the man, removed his coat and vest, and made a quick examination of the wound. …