The sheriff reached for his keys.

A moment more and a steel door clanged upon the two men while the officer led the way to his motor car.

There he looked quizzically at Anita Richmond, piling without hesitation into the front seat.
"You going too ?" "I certainly am," and she covered her intensity with a laugh, "there are a number of things that I want to say to Mr.Maurice Rodaine--and I have n't the patience to wait!" Bardwell chuckled.

The doors of the car slammed and the engine roared louder than ever.

Soon they were churning along through the driving snow toward the great buildings of the Argonaut Tunnel Company, far at the other end of town.