“Beginner’s luck,” Jimmie grinned. “But, Tom!” he demanded, “Don’t you think those crooks are tunneling to get those furs?”
“Undoubtedly,” Tom agreed. “They’ll come up through the cement floor of the fur storage vaults, then take the skins out to the alley to load.”
“And if a fellow was to be watching at some window across the street he might see how they made the entrance to that tunnel of theirs.”
“He might.”
“And if there was light, he could get a picture of them.”
“At that distance?”
“With my telescopic camera.”
“Perhaps. But it would be necessary to exercise the greatest care, Jimmie.” Tom was very much in earnest. “We must catch this entire gang with the goods on them. We simply must. We——”
He broke off short for at that moment his phone jangled loudly.
Jimmie heard him say in a casual tone, “Yes?” Then, excitedly, “That right? Again! Subway to the Washington Street station? I’ll be right down.”