To Oscar it spoke volumes, and he knew that
his faithful strategist had succeeded in falling to a trail; and he knew
that he would soon be on the trail like a sleuthhound following its
prey. The detective started forward. At the first street corner he drew
a little mask lantern and flashed its light around quickly and deftly,
and there again under its glare he beheld a tiny chalk mark.
"Right," he muttered as he read his sign and moved on; and so he
proceeded until he arrived at a certain corner, when he came to a halt;
and a few moments later a messenger boy came up close to him and said in
a low tone:
"She met her man."
"Well?"
"They went in that house across the street."
"Great Scott!" ejaculated Oscar, "are you sure, Cad?"
"Yes."
"The woman and how many men?"
"One man only."
"And that man?"
"Was Girard."
"Sis, you can call up our aids and have them ready."
"We can snake them into the house."
"It's lucky; yes, it's lucky, Cad, and yet, it's risky."
"Why?"
"Credo may be in with them."
"But he knows you hold his life as it were in your hands, and----"
"Well?"
"He knows if you have trailed these fellows down so close that there is
no show for him and he will be on your side."
"By ginger! you are right, so here goes.
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