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was no uninhibited bird of prey. He put out his hand to his son almost timidly. Gerard shook it briskly.
    â€œSon,” was all the father said.
    â€œHi, Dad,” the young man said, far more easily. It would take a great deal to ruffle this bird’s feathers.
    Frank Grant had turned to Andy Betz with a look that could almost be described as affectionate.
    â€œHiya, you ugly old ape,” Frank said. He seized the chauffeur’s hand and pumped it. “It’s good to see that mug of yours again.” So there was at least one human being, Corrigan thought, for whom Frank Grant had human feelings. It interested him.
    Betz looked back at his mistress’s son with dumb, adoring eyes. Corrigan could only think of a St. Bernard reunited with his master after a long absence.
    â€œIt’s great to have you back, young mister,” Betz said hoarsely. “Just great.”
    â€œI’ve missed you, Andy.”
    â€œMe, too!”
    â€œWhy don’t you two go into a waltz?” Gerard Alstrom said, grinning.
    â€œShut up,” Frank Grant said in a low hiss. Gerard shrugged and smiled, but Corrigan noticed that he said nothing more. So Frank was the leader of this two-man death squad. He had suspected it four years ago. It was odd, because Gerard could have broken Frank in two.
    Frank glanced at Corrigan. “The human bloodhound.”
    â€œYou remember me, I see,” Corrigan said.
    â€œI’ll never forget you.” It was said in a light, almost mocking tone, but for some reason it made Corrigan prickle.
    â€œCaptain Corrigan is to be your police guard to … where we’re going,” Narwald, the bald attorney, said to young Grant. “This other gentleman is Mr. Chuck Baer, a private detective we’ve engaged to act as your personal bodyguard until you leave the country.”
    Neither young man said anything. Gerard Alstrom seemed indifferent, and Frank Grant had a sneer on his face.
    Corrigan turned away from them abruptly. But Baer forestalled him.
    â€œIsn’t it about time Captain Corrigan and I were let in on the security?” the redhead said.
    Fellows, the gray-maned lawyer, said, “Mr. Alstrom and Mrs. Grant will return to New York in the limousine. Narwald and I have our own car. A driver is waiting in the yard with one of the prison cars. You and Captain Corrigan, Mr. Baer, and Frank and Gerard will leave in that one.”
    â€œGoing where?” Corrigan asked.
    â€œTo a farm about ten miles from here. That’s only a brief stop. You’ll find a helicopter waiting there, piloted by Mr. John Alstrom’s personal pilot. He’s absolutely trustworthy. Besides, he doesn’t yet know where he’s to fly you.”
    Corrigan frowned. “How does he find out? Baer and I don’t know, either.”
    â€œGerard and Frank will direct him. Actually, he’s merely to lift you to a vacant landing field about twenty miles away, where you’ll find another car waiting for you.”
    â€œWhere do we go from the field?” Baer demanded.
    â€œGerard and Frank know that, too. Gerard has the keys to the car you’ll find there.”
    â€œYou mean we’re not to know our final destination?” Corrigan said.
    â€œNo, no,” the bald lawyer said. “It’s an apartment building in the East Eighties in Manhattan.”
    Corrigan and Baer looked at the lawyer as if they could not believe their ears.
    â€œThe last place an Unimaginative clod like Martello would think to look,” Gerard Alstrom said with a laugh. “He’ll expect us to head for some hideaway out of state. Cute, eh?”
    Corrigan glanced at him. Gerard’s tone suggested that the plan had been his. He had probably sold the two lawyers on its merits, with the help of the parents. And Frank.
    Corrigan said dryly, “He may be more imaginative than you think, sonny. He wasn’t fooled by the announcement that