“But Blood had accomplices.”
“Oh, yes. The crime that evening on Fifteenth street could not have been committed by him alone.”
So the detectives made their diagnosis. It was in order now to place Blood under close surveillance.
The detectives shadowed him persistently.
Wherever he went they dogged him and this resulted in bearing fruit.
One day Blood left his office in Wall street and made his way to Chatham Square.
Here there was a small bar-room known as the “Travelers’ Rest,” and kept by a notorious fence called Sly Jimmie Callahan.
That the eminently respectable Mr. Blood should visit such a place as Sly Jimmie’s, was odd, to say the least.
The detectives felt sure that at last they had a clew.
So they kept close behind the notary and followed him into Sly Jimmie’s place.