"You don't say so!" exclaimed Jack, laying down his knife and fork. "Do you think I can get it?"
"You'd better try. The gang has managed matters so shrewdly that the authorities have been unable to get any clew to their whereabouts. Can you go to the house?"
"Yes; I took particular notice of its location."
"That's lucky. Now, if you take my advice, you'll inform the authorities before they have time to get away."
"I'll do it!" said Jack. "Come along, uncle."
Fifteen minutes later, Jack was imparting his information to the chief of police. It was received with visible interest and excitement.
"I will detail a squad of men to go with you," said the chief. "Go at once. No time is to be lost."
In less than an hour from the time Jack left the haunt of the coiners, an authoritative knock was heard at the door.
It was answered by Foley.
The old man turned pale as he set eyes on Jack and the police, and comprehended the object of the visit.