"Yes, sir."
"Is there a place of meeting, a headquarters?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Across the long bridge, in Virginia. It is a gambling-house but there is no game there now, and has not been for a long time. That is the meeting-place."
"Don't you think it possible that Mustushimi might have gone there to hide, instead of the house in D Street?"
"It is possible."
"And those other nine men you referred to-do you think it is likely that we would find any of them there, if we should go there at once, in search of them?"
"It is more than likely. They sleep there-most of the men-and Mustushimi drew on the reserves for tonight's work."
The detective turned to the captain of police who was in charge of the uniformed men who were there, and said to him: