"Well, well! You are talking violently, chief—but you always were inclined to violence."
"I'll be violent enough when I get my hands on you, all right!"
"And I just called you up to give you some information. Are you concerned about Roger Verbeck? One of my men reported a few minutes ago that you were. You see, I am keeping in touch with you, chief. I know every order you issue, every plan you make."
"What about Verbeck?"
"Don't worry about him. I had him taken to my headquarters so I could have a little conversation with him. Half an hour ago he was dropped, drugged, and unconscious, at the edge of one of the city parks. No doubt he will be with you soon."
"Your headquarters, huh?" the chief cried. "We'll locate that little place within twenty-four hours, if it is in the city!"
"You think so? I assure you that it is in the city—and perhaps in a quarter where you'd least expect to find it. I scarcely think you can find it inside twenty-four hours, chief. Besides, you are going to be very busy before then."
"I am, eh?"
"You are," the Black Star said. "You will be wondering how we did it."
"Did what?"