"It is necessary detectives be sent here at once."
"Murder, or something of that kind, eh?"
"All I know is that I was sent by a man who said the telegram must go at the earliest possible moment."
"Very well, come in and write it. I'll see if the Albany office will answer my call."
Jet walked into the waiting-room so excited that he failed to notice the strangers, who crowded behind him; but stood where their faces would be in the shadow.
After a moment's reflection he wrote the following:
"TO THE CHIEF OF POLICE,
"Albany, N.Y.
"Send more men at once; they have us foul. My messenger will wait at the station until assistance arrives.
HARVEY."
It was a simple matter for the strangers to read this by looking over Jet's shoulder, and as soon as they had done so they slipped quietly out of the building where the following conversation might have been heard:
"That's the boy Joe and Bob brought up from New York."