But Maddox did not wait to extend congratulations. He had realized that one of the suitcases which he held contained — because of its weight — the share of the swag that belonged to Hiram Mallory. In his hands, Maddox held no less than two hundred and eighty thousand dollars!
The shots above had been muffled. Yet some one might have heard them. Maddox did not know who might be alive in that room above. Why should he wait to share, when every instant might bring discovery closer?
Even as the form in the black cloak was crashing through the glass toward its terrible doom, Bob Maddox turned the knob of the door.
In another instant, he was gone, with a fortune in his grasp!
CHAPTER XXII
AT HEADQUARTERS
BOB GALVIN nodded wearily as he faced Acting Inspector Herbert Zull. He was undergoing the third degree, weakening before the brutal tactics of the police officer. Zull bore a reputation for two things: brutality and results.
Another man was present, taking notes. This was Crowell, the young detective. It was one of his first experiences in watching Zull’s methods. He sighed in relief when Zull finally paused and leaned back in his chair.
“What have you got, Crowell?” demanded Zull.
Crowell began to read off the unintelligible replies that Bob Galvin had made. Zull grunted disdainfully.