“Police methods,” observed Cranston quietly, “are sadly lacking in many important ways. They are unable to cope with a situation like this one. Yet this racket may be ended — soon!”
“How?” Hope gleamed in Griscom’s eyes as he spoke.
“That is a mystery,” returned Cranston, with a thin smile. “I can say that I am positive of one fact. Before this week is ended, the theater racket will be doomed!
“It is the last hope of a master mind who is seeking to continue his evil ways. One by one, his rackets have been ended.
“The police have another failing. They attribute different rackets to different men. They have not yet discovered that a billion-dollar business cannot persist unless it is organized.
“They are dealing with a crime syndicate, with one racketeer at the head of it — a man protected by innumerable precautions.”
“This sounds incredible, Cranston! If it is true, how can the master mind be detected?”
“THROUGH the murderer of George Ballantyne! The archenemy is sparing no effort to recuperate from his other losses. His hand controlled the warehouses — the garages — other businesses.
“When he saw his rackets fading, he sought to gain mastery over the most notorious racket in New York. He intended to govern the dock wallopers. In that, he failed!”
“Who has been fighting him?”