"Look here, did O'Hagan--"
"He did. Meanwhile all communication by telephone, by telegraph, by cable between New York and the outer world will be cut off. For at least twenty-four hours the city will be in Blizzard's power, at his, disposition."
"How about communication by train?"
"Trains will come into the Grand Central and the Pennsylvania, but they will not go out."
"A man could jump into an automobile and carry the news."
"Ferries will stop running. Bridges will be closed."
The idea of looting New York had fired Wilmot's imagination. It was a possibility to which he had never before given any thought,
"But," he objected, "there must be a flaw somewhere."
"Probably," admitted the stranger. "For there is a flaw in Blizzard's mind. It is the only way to account for him. He stands on the verge of insanity."
"Suppose the plan carries. The city has been looted. What next?"