The haul was a good one, but the root of the evil was not yet destroyed.
The men they wanted most had made good their escape.
Nick, who knew nothing of the information possessed by his young assistant, was grievously disappointed.
The moment that the officers made their presence known in the cabin, the detective realized that Chick had planned the thing while he was gone from the Rat-Hole, the preceding night.
“Chick,” he said, when they were guiding the police to the Rat-Hole, in order that the place might be destroyed, “we've got our work to do all over. We'll have to begin again.”
“Why?”
“Because we've got to run down Red Rob and Gentleman George.”
“True.”
“Besides, we are no nearer the steel casket, nor to the solution of Sara Varney's disappearance, than we were before.”
“I don't quite agree with you,” said Chick, quietly.