The stranger motioned toward the casket with one of his automatics.
“Turn that wheel back!” he said to Birdie Crull. “Use one hand to do it. Act quick.”
Crull obeyed the order. Harry Vincent breathed deeply with real gratitude as the pressure was relieved. The mysterious arrival glanced at him.
“So you aren’t with the gang!” he exclaimed softly. “No wonder I couldn’t make you talk. I thought you must have tipped them off, after I couldn’t locate you anywhere.”
He deliberately turned his back on the four men who stood with upraised hands, and nonchalantly walked across the cavern.
Isaac Coffran began to move slightly; at that instant the stranger turned suddenly, and covered the old man with an automatic.
“One move out of any of you,” he said, “and I shoot. This is my last warning. Remember it.”
He looked at the printing press out of the corner of his eye. He kicked over a box, and printed bank notes fell from it.
As he moved about the room, he discovered plates that lay in a smaller box. He finally glanced at the table, and laughed as he saw tools there.
“The whole works,” he said. “You make the engravings, you do the printing, and you unload.”