Muggs felt sure that there was a note of keen satisfaction in the Black Star's speech, and he guessed the reason for it. The master crook thought Muggs meant that he had seen Landers getting into the touring car. He was worrying for fear Muggs knew of his visit to the hotel.
"Some more of the gang there—them Whaley women!" Muggs told himself.
A bell on the wall tinkled, and the Black Star hurried to one end of the room and pressed a button.
"I must ask you to remain perfectly quiet, Muggs," he warned. "You may see all you like, since you'll never be able to give out the information soon enough to hurt my plans, but you must not speak when any of my people are in the room. Be good, Muggs, and I'll have your hands untied after a while."
The door at the other end of the room was opened, and a robed and masked man came in and went to the blackboard. He regarded Muggs carefully, but the Black Star motioned for him to proceed.
"Number Two," he wrote.
"Countersign?"
"Bennington."
"Report," wrote the Black Star, and as Muggs watched they held their conversation on the blackboards, writing and erasing, neither speaking a word.
"Invitation list includes all prominent and wealthy persons in the city and some from out of town," wrote Number Two.