Yes, we will free
them all, and as to the officers we will say good-by to them after the
sweep and sail away to enjoy a heaven such as Mahomet has described.
Yes, it's all right; let Libbie play her game. In another ten days the
cyclone will have passed and we will all be rich men--rich as Monte
Cristos, dead sure."
Oscar could hardly believe his own ears. It was the most wonderful
"pick-up" of his whole career; and again was it proven how crime, in
spite of the most skillful precautions, is always sure to walk into its
own trap in the end.
Our hero lay low for over an hour and learned some additional facts of
the utmost importance. Indeed, he had men and evidence. He knew it would
be the greatest close-in since a detective force had been organized. It
would beat all records. He had the names of every one of the leaders. He
had the lead-up to the places where the manufactured goods were to be
stored. He had the hour when the gang would assemble, and he determined
upon one of the most dramatic of denouements.
Oscar stole down the stairs. He passed to the door of the room and
summoned Credo. To the man he said:
"Credo, your fortune is made, unless----"
"I understand. You need not fear me when I know you have them dead to
rights, as you must have them after a lay-in up in that eavesdropping
den of mine.
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