“You shall have it,” declared Bial Keene, as he rose to his feet. “We will lose no time.”
He flung open the door to the outer room and called:
“Jones!”
“Yes, sir,” was the answer, as the man outside appeared.
“Jones, go to police headquarters and tell them that I need six of their best men in plain clothes. Tell them the department shall have the entire credit of an important piece of work, if those six men are sent without delay to the corner of Euclid Avenue and Tenth Street. Not a moment must be lost. Accompany the officers to the same corner. That’s all.”
“Yes, sir.”
Instantly Jones wheeled and hastened from the office.
“Are you armed, Mr. Merriwell?” asked Keene quietly.
“I am not. I do not habitually carry a weapon.”
The detective opened a drawer and picked out a business-like revolver.