"His chauffeur left it there; that is his chauffeur on the couch," the Black Star wrote.
The man at the other blackboard turned and regarded Muggs through the slits in his mask. Muggs knew what that meant. Here was a man who was not acquainted with him, but hereafter he would know Roger Verbeck's chauffeur when he saw him.
"Anything else?" the Black Star wrote again.
"Sheriff Kowen is swearing in more deputies, and some of them are experienced officers who have retired."
"Anything from police headquarters?"
"Nothing, sir, except that the chief is keeping in communication with Verbeck through some third person. We have not located this person yet."
"Do so as soon as possible, and let me know the result over the telephone," the Black Star wrote. "That is all!"
The masked man bowed and backed through the door. Once more the master crook faced Muggs.
"You see, my dear Muggs, I find out everything," he said. "I could tell you what Roger Verbeck had to eat at breakfast this morning. How can a man like Verbeck expect to win against an organization such as mine?"
"He'll win, all right!" Muggs growled. "He'll get you before he quits!"