“They’ll never hide in any city,” said Tim. “When you find them it will be in some isolated section of the state, perhaps in the valley of the Cedar.”
“Have you any clues?” demanded Captain Raymond.
“Nary a clue,” replied Tim, “but I’ve a hunch and I believe in playing hunches.”
Captain Raymond was about to leave when one of the telephones on the copy desk rang. They heard the copy-reader who answered shout, “Bank Robbery!”
The words sent a chill of apprehension through Tim and Ralph. Tim had been convinced that the gangsters of the sky would strike again but he had not expected it would be within forty-eight hours after their failure to rob the million dollar train.
“What bank?” he cried.
“Citizens National,” replied the copyreader, who was busy writing a bulletin in longhand as the police reporter dictated the story.
“How much?” demanded Captain Raymond.
“One hundred and ten thousand in cold cash,” said the copyreader.
“Let’s go,” said Tim, and they dashed for Captain Raymond’s car, which was parked in front of the building.