Braine heard of the failure. The Black Hundred was finding its stock far below par value. Four valuable men locked up in the Tombs awaiting trial, to say nothing of the seven gunmen gathered in at the old warehouse. Braine began to suspect that his failures were less due to chance than to calculation, that at last he had encountered a mind which antic.i.p.ated his every move. He would have recognized this fact earlier had it not been that revenge had temporarily blinded him. The spirit of revenge never makes for mental clarity.
There was a meeting that night of the Black Hundred. Four men were told off, and they drew their chairs up to Vroon"s table for instructions. Braine sat at Vroon"s elbow. These four men composed the most dangerous quartet in New York City. They were as daring as they were desperate. They were the men who held up bank messengers and got away with thousands. They had learned to swoop down upon their victims as the hawk swoops down upon the heron. The newspapers referred to them as the "auto bandits," and the men took a deal of pride in the furore they had created.
[Ill.u.s.tration: FOUR MEN WERE TOLD OFF]
Vroon went over the Hargreave case minutely; he left no detail unexplained. Bluntly and frankly, the daughter of Stanley Hargreave must be caught and turned over to the care of the Black Hundred. It must be quick action. Four valuable members were in the Tombs. They might or might not weaken under pressure. For the first time in its American career the organization stood facing actual peril; and its one possible chance of salvation lay in the fact that no one"s face was known to his neighbor. He, Vroon, and the boss alone knew who and what each man was. But the plans, the ramifications of the organization might become public property; and that would mean an end to an exceedingly profitable business.
The daughter of Hargreave rode horseback early every morning. She sought the country road. She was invariably attended by the riding master of a school near by.
"You four will make your own plans."
"If she should be injured?"
"Avoid it if possible."
"We have a free hand?"
"Absolutely."
"We risk a bad fall from her horse if it"s a spirited one."
"Pretend a breakdown in the road," interpolated Braine. "As they approach, draw and order them to dismount. That method will prevent any accident."
"We"ll plan it somehow. It looks easy."
"Nothing is easy where that girl is concerned. A thousand eyes seem to be watching her slightest move."
"We shan"t leave anything to chance. How many days will you give us?"
"Seven. A failure, mind you, will prove unhealthy to all concerned,"
with a menace which made the four stir uneasily.
The telephone rang. Braine reached for the receiver.
"A man just entered the Hargreave house at the rear. Come at once,"
was the message.
"Is your car outside?" Braine asked.
"We are never without it."
"Then let us be off. No one will stop us for speeding on a side street."
Fourteen minutes by the clock brought the car to a stand at the curb a few houses below the Hargreave home. The men got out. The watcher ran up.
"He is still inside," he whispered.
"Good! Spread out. If any one leaves that house, catch him. If he runs too fast, shoot. We can beat the police."
The man obeyed, and the watcher ran back to his post. He was desperately hoping the affair would terminate to-night. He was growing weary of this eternal vigilance; and it was only his fear of the man known as the boss that kept him at his post. He wanted a night to carouse in, to be with the boys.
The man for whom they were lying in wait was seen presently to creep cautiously round the side of the house. He hugged a corner and paused.
They could see the dim outline of his body. The light in the street back of the grounds almost made a silhouette of him. By and by, as if a.s.sured that the coast was clear, he stole down to the street.
"Halt!"
Instantly the prowler took to his heels. Two shots rang out. The man was seen to stop, stagger, and then go on desperately.
"He"s. .h.i.t!"
By the time the men reached the corner they heard the rumble of a motor. One dashed back to the car they had left standing at the curb.
He made quick work of the job, but he was not quick enough. Still, they gave chase. They saw the car turn toward the city. But, unfortunately for the success of the chase, several automobiles pa.s.sed, going into town and leaving it. Checkmate.
Braine was keen enough to-night.
"He is. .h.i.t; whether badly or not remains to be seen. We can find that out. Drive to the nearest drug store and get a list of hospitals.
It"s a ten to one shot that we land him somewhere among the hospitals."
But they searched the hospitals in vain. None of them had that night received a shooting case, nor had they heard one reported. The man had been unmistakably hit. He would not have dared risk the loss of time for a bit of play-acting. Evidently he had kept his head and sought his lodgings. To call up doctors would be utter folly; for it would take a week for a thorough combing. This was the second time the man had got away.
"Perhaps I"m to blame," admitted Braine. "I should have advised Miles to stalk him and pot him if he got the chance. There"s a master mind working somewhere back of all this, and it"s time I woke up to the fact. But you," turning to the auto bandits, "you men have your instructions. More than that, you have been given a free rein. See that you make good, or by the Lord Harry! I"ll break the four of you like pipestems."
"We haven"t had a failure yet," spoke up one of the men, more courageous than his companions.
"You are not holding up a bank messenger this trip. Remember that.
Drive me as far as Columbus Circle. Leave me on the side street, between the lights, so I can take off this mask."
Later Braine sauntered into Pabst"s and ordered a light supper. This night"s work, more than anything else, brought home to him the fact that his luck was changing. For years he had proceeded with his shady occupations without encountering any memorable failure. He moved in the high world, quite unsuspected. He had written books, given lectures, been made a lion of, all the while laughing in his sleeve at the gullibility of human nature. But within the last two weeks he had received serious checks. From now on he must move with the utmost caution. Some one was playing his own game, waging warfare unseen. A battle of wits? So be it; but Braine intended to play with rough wits, and he wasn"t going to care which way the sword cut.
He hated Stanley Hargreave with all the hatred of his soul; the hatred of a man balked in love. And the man was alive, defying him; alive somewhere in this city this very night, with a bullet under his skin.
"Is everything satisfactory, sir?" he heard the head waiter say.
"Satisfactory?" Braine repeated blankly.
"Yes, sir. You struck the table as though displeased."
"Oh!" Then Braine laughed relievedly. "If I struck the table, it was done unconsciously. I was thinking."
"Beg pardon, sir. Anything else, sir?"
"No. Bring me the check."
"Your master gives riding lessons?"
The groom who had led the horse back from Hargreave"s eyed his questioner rather superciliously.
"Yes." The groom fondled the animal"s legs.