He realized that he and Cad Metti
had made the hit of their lives, or rather had a chance to do so. It
seemed wonderful that he had in this most astonishing manner gotten
right on to the whole scheme, was peering, as it were, into the very
heart of the terrible organization. It was not wholly skill that had
brought him to this point; there was a large element of luck in it. Was
it not more? Was there not fate in it, that through his ingenious
strategy and Cad's suggestion he had followed the man of all men who
under circumstances the most marvelous would bring him in contact with
the king of the great criminal confederacy?
Oscar just reveled in his success. His face was actually radiant. The
great special, Wise, had told him the best detectives in the land had
been baffled. Wise himself had failed, and he had selected Oscar, and
the young man was delighted at the prospect of maintaining the great
special's confidence in his ability. Meantime the conversation
continued.
"When are you to meet these people?"
"I don't know exactly. The king-pin is out West. He is liable to return
any day."
"And then?"
"You are to give an exhibition of your skill."
The woman clasped her hands and casting her eyes to the floor exclaimed:
"Oh, how I have longed for a chance like this, Tom! I love luxury.
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