But I did. It was the Chief."
"I suspected as much," I replied. "Where do you suppose he went?"
Garrick shrugged his shoulders.
"I doubt whether we could find him in New York to-night," he answered, slowly. "I think he must feel by this time that the town is getting too hot for him."
There was nothing that I could say, and I played the part admirably.
"Come," he decided, as he turned from the hotel in the direction, now, of our apartment. "Let"s s.n.a.t.c.h a little rest. We"ll need it to-morrow for the final spurt."
Tired and exhausted though I was I cannot say that I slept. At least, it may have been physical rest that I got. Certainly my mind never stopped in its dream play, as the kaleidoscopic stream of events pa.s.sed before me, now in their true form, now in the fantastic shapes that const.i.tute one of the most interesting studies of the modern psychology.
I was glad when I heard Garrick stirring in his room in the early daylight and heard him call out, "Are you awake, Tom? There are some things I want to attend to, while you drop into the Star for those papers. I"m afraid you"ll have to breakfast alone. Meet me at my office as soon as you can."
He was off a few minutes later, as fresh as though he had been on a vacation instead of plunged into the fight of his life. I followed him, more leisurely, and then rode down in the infernal jam in the subway to execute his commission.
Then for an hour or two I fidgeted impatiently in his office waiting for him, until finally he came downtown in the racing car which Warrington had placed at his disposal.
He said nothing, but it was all the same to me. I had reached that nervous state where I craved something doing, as a drug-fiend craves the dope that sets his brain on fire again.
I did not ask where he was going, for I knew it intuitively, and it was not long before we were again in the part of the city where the gangster"s garage was located.
We stopped and Garrick beckoned to an urchin, a couple of blocks below the garage.
"Do you want to make a dollar, kid?" he asked, jingling four quarters enticingly.
The boy"s eyes never left the fist that held the tempting bait.
"Betcherlife," he answered.
"Well, then," instructed Garrick, "take these newspapers. I don"t want you to sell any of them on the street. But when you come to that garage over there--see it?--I want you to yell, "Extra--special extra! All about the great gambling exposure. Warrants out!" Just go in there.
They"ll buy, all right. And if you say a word about anyone giving you these papers to sell--I"ll chase you and get back this dollar to the last cent. You"ll go to the Gerry Society--get me?"
The boy did. The bait was as alluring as the threat terrible. After Garrick had given him final instructions not to start with the papers for at least five minutes, we slipped quietly around the next street and came out near the Old Tavern, but not in front of it.
Garrick left the car--I had been riding almost on the mud guard--in charge of Warrington"s man, who was to appear to be tinkering with the engine as an excuse for waiting there, and to keep an eye on anything that happened down the street.
We made our way into our room at the Tavern with more than ordinary caution, for fear that something might have been discovered.
Apparently, however, the discovery of one detectaphone had been enough to disarm further suspicion, and the garage keeper had not thought it necessary to examine the telephone wires to see whether they had been tampered with in any way. The wire which he had thought led to the warehouse had seemed quite sufficient to explain everything.
In the room which we had used so much, we found the other detectaphone working splendidly. Garrick picked it up.
By the sound, evidently, someone in the garage was overhauling a car.
It may have been that they were fixing one up so that its rightful owner would never recognize it, or they may have been getting ready to take one out. There was no way of determining.
We could hear one of the workmen helping about the car, a man whom we had listened to when the instrument first introduced us to the place.
The second machine, connected with the telephone, did not transmit quite as clearly as the broken detective device had done, but it served and, besides, we could both hear through this and could confirm anything that might be indistinct to either of us alone.
"The Chief has gone up-state," remarked Garrick, piecing together the conversation where we had broken into it.
"We had to hustle to make that boat," remarked a voice which I recognised as that of one of the men.
"But she got off all right, didn"t she?"
"Sure--he had the tickets and everything, and her baggage had already gone aboard."
"That"s Lucille, I suppose," supplied Garrick. "No doubt part of her bribe for getting Miss Winslow into their power was free pa.s.sage back to France. We can"t stop to take up her case, yet."
"My--but the Chief was mad," continued the voice of the man who must have been not only a machinist but a chauffeur when occasion demanded.
"He had a package of letters. I don"t know what they were--looked as if they might be from some woman."
"What did he do with them?" asked the Boss in a tone that showed that he knew something, at least, about them already.
"Why, he was so mad after that fellow Garrick and the other fellow beat him out, that when we went down along West Street to the boat with that other woman, he tore them up and threw them in the river."
"Did he say anything?"
"Why, I tell you he was mad. He tore "em up and threw them in the river. I think he said there wasn"t a d.a.m.n thing in "em except a lot of mush, anyhow."
An amused smile crossed Garrick"s face as he added, parenthetically, "Good-bye to Warrington"s love letters that they took from his safe."
"At least there has been nothing they managed to get that night of the fire that they have been able to use against Warrington," I remarked, with satisfaction.
"Listen," cautioned Garrick. "What"s that they are saying? Someone has told the Boss--he"s talking--that they can go over Dillon"s head and get back all the gambling paraphernalia? Well, I"ve been there, at the raided place, to-day, and it doesn"t look so. The stuff has all been taken down to headquarters. Ah, so that is the game that is in the wind, is it? Get it all back by a court order and open somewhere else.
Here"s our boy."
The improvised newsboy had apparently stuck his head in the door as he had been instructed, for we could hear them greet him with a growl, until he yelled l.u.s.tily, "Extry, special extry! All about the big gambling exposure! Warrants out! Extry!"
"Hey, you kid," came a voice from the detectaphone, "let"s see that paper. What is it--the Star? Well, I"ll be--! Read that. Someone"s snitched to the district attorney, I"ll bet. That"ll make the Chief sore, all right--and he"s "way up in the country, too. I don"t dare wire it to him. No, someone"ll have to take a copy of this paper up there to him and tip him off. He"ll be redheaded if he doesn"t know about it. He was the last time anything happened. Hurry up. Finish with this car. I"ll take it myself."
Garrick laughed, almost gleefully.
"The plant has begun to work," he cried. "We"ll wait here until just before he"s ready to start. Three of us around our car on the street are too many. He must be getting ready for a long run."
"How much gas is there in this tank?" the gruff voice of the Boss demanded. "You dummy--not two gallons! No, you finish what you"re doing. I"ll fill it myself. There isn"t any time for fooling now."
There was the steady trickle of the stream of gasoline as he drew it.
"Any extra tires? What! Not a new shoe in the place? Give me a couple of the best of those old ones. Never mind. Here are two over by the telephone. Say, what the devil is this wire back here--cut in on the telephone wire? Well,--rip it out! That"s some more of that fellow Garrick"s work. We got rid of one thing the other night. Well, thank heaven, I didn"t have any telephone calls to-day. While I"m gone, you go over this place thoroughly. G.o.d knows how many other things he may have put in here."
"Confound it!" muttered Garrick, as a pair of pliers made our second detectaphone die with an expiring gasp in the middle of a sentence of profanity.
"Come on, Tom," he shouted.
There was no use now in remaining any longer in the room. Gathering up the receiving apparatus, Garrick quickly carried it down and tossed it into the waiting car around the corner. Then he sent Warrington"s man to hang around, up the street, and watch what was going on at the garage.
Garrick was to drive the car himself, and we were going to leave Warrington"s man behind. We could tell by the actions of the man as he stood down the street that something was taking place at the garage.
We could hear a horn blow, and I knew that the doors had opened and a big car had been backed out, slowly. Our own engine was running perfectly in spite of the seeming trouble with which we had covered up our delay. Garrick jumped in at the wheel, and I followed. The man on the corner was signalling that the car was going in the opposite direction. We leaped ahead.