On their way to the station they stopped at the telegraph office and wired the chief of police of Tokio a full description of Patrick. After a consultation, they added:
"Do not arrest the man, but have your best detective shadow him wherever he may go. All expenses will be met by us."
"To capture him now would destroy our only clew," said Nattie. "He might confess to save himself, and then, again, he might not. If he should remain silent we would have no means of finding Grant's whereabouts."
The nineteen miles to Japan's populous capital were covered in short order. Brief as was the time, the lads were met at the depot by an officer in civilian's clothes, who reported that their man had been seen to take a train at Ueno, a small suburb on the outskirts of Tokio.
"We are doing excellently," chuckled Mori. "The fool thinks he is safe and he travels openly. At this rate the chase will be as easy as falling off a log, to use an Americanism."
"He has five hours' start. We must telegraph ahead to the conductor of his train."
"And to every station."
"That has been done, sir," spoke up the police official. "The last word received stated that he was still on board when the train passed Motomiya."
"When can we leave?"