“That you, Chief Yates?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t nailed Cruikshank — I mean Bryant — yet?”
“No.”
“Well, here’s a tip. Work quick. He may be on the end of the Seaview Pier.”
“The Seaview Pier?”
“Yes. I’m up here at the mayor’s house. This fellow Carpenter has come to. Kind of dazed after the punch he took. He just told us that Shifter Reeves — the other of the crowd — is using that old submarine mechanism as a boathouse. That’s where the dope used to come in. Now it’s ready for the getaway—”
Chief Yates hung up the receiver. He shouted to his nearest men.
“Down to the Seaview Pier. Out on that old shack on the end. That’s where Bryant is! Get him!”
As men scurried away, Yates grabbed the telephone and called the harbor. He talked quickly to the man who answered the call.