“Wha—what will they steal?” Jimmie asked.
“That’s what we don’t know,” was Tom’s surprising reply.
“Then why——”
“When five of the city’s most dangerous criminals are seen together and when three of them are known to have purchased these trucks, had powerful motors installed in them and stored them, it is time for the city’s detective force to be up on their toes.”
“But why don’t you arrest them now?” Jimmie asked.
“Got nothing on them. But we will have,” Tom paced the floor. “We will. And we’ll get them. You’ll see. All are dangerous men. Three have been charged with murder. No matter. When those trucks are loaded the police will strike and then——”
“Next day’s headlines will read, ‘Tom Howe killed in gun battle,’” said Jimmie, with a dry laugh.
“Perhaps,” Tom agreed. “We’re looking for a better story than that.”
“Oh!” Jimmie exclaimed as his eye was caught by a large picture on Tom’s desk. “You have it.”
“Yes, your shot from the hip. A fine enlargement,” Tom enthused. “Scottie sent it over an hour ago.”