At one o'clock Tuesday afternoon, Harry Vincent and Bruce Duncan were eating lunch in the Culbertville restaurant. They were seated at their customary table in the corner, by the window. Their voices were low, for there were other diners in the restaurant.
"To-night," said Harry, "we have another opportunity. Let's hope we can do better than we did last week."
"Our orders are just the same," replied his companion. "Watch the meeting place and intercept the fifth man."
"Yes, but we are now sure of the meeting place."
"We thought we were sure of it last Tuesday night."
"You don't think we're wrong about it now, do you?"
"Don't forget one thing, Harry. This fellow Chefano is as clever as the devil himself. For all we know, he may be laughing at us this very minute."
Harry shook his head.
"Don't be foolish, Bruce," he said. "Everything is all right now. Our one worry is how we are going to handle the situation. But I believe that will work out well. To-night we will receive our final instructions."
"We didn't get any last Tuesday night — when we needed them most."