“Larry! Larry! I want Larry!” “It’s Jimmy!” burst out Larry. “Where are you, Jimmy?” “Get him out of here! He’s trying to trick us!” shouted Perkins. Larry made a dash for the room whence his brother’s voice had sounded. Perkins jumped up to bar his progress. At the same time all the others in the room rose from their chairs. Larry thrust his hand into the pocket containing the revolver. Without drawing the weapon he fired. At the sound of the report Perkins yelled: “We’re trapped! Every man for himself! Scatter! I’ll take the kid!” At that instant, as the sound of the report came to him, the man with the plumber’s kit of tools, who had been standing outside the door, drew from the bundle a short but heavy hammer, and with one blow smashed the lock. As the portal flew open he leaped inside, at the same time blowing shrilly on a whistle he placed to his mouth. “This is the time Harvey Newton does a bit of real detective work!” he cried, smiling grimly as he dashed toward the lighted room. CHAPTER XXXVII WHAT THE OLD DEED BROUGHT The place was a scene of confusion. The men were trying to escape, each seeking one of the several secret exits. Perkins dashed toward the room whence the cry of the child had proceeded. Larry, whose first thought was to rescue Jimmy, watched this man. He saw him emerge from the apartment, with the captive under his arm. “Drop him!” cried the young reporter, leaping on the back of Perkins. Anger lent Larry strength. He clasped his arms about the kidnapper, and loosened the man’s grip on Jimmy. The little chap was yelling with fear, but as soon as he caught sight of his brother his tears ceased. “Take me home, Larry!” he exclaimed. Perkins rolled over and over, the force of his fall caused by Larry’s sudden impact sending him spinning. Then, thinking only of his own safety, the man rose to his feet and sped down a secret passageway, while Larry gathered Jimmy close in his arms. Meanwhile Mr. Newton, who had torn off the false beard and wig, was grappling with Randall. They were having a fierce struggle, when two detectives who had been stationed outside, and who had dashed in at the sound of Mr. Newton’s whistle, sprang on Randall, and soon made him a prisoner. At this the blue-handed man, seeing that the game was up, made a spring for the mantel. He sought to grasp what looked like an old newspaper, but Mr. Newton, seeing his movement, sent him sprawling with a blow. “Here with the handcuffs, Jack,” the reporter cried to one of the detectives, and soon Noddy was secured. The others of the gang had scattered, and one of the detectives was about to follow them down a passage that led from the room. “Don’t bother,” said Mr. Newton. “They’ll be caught before they go very far.” “I guess you’ve got us right,” said Noddy. “If you only had one guess, you’d win,” remarked the reporter, dryly.