"That is Anatole, I am nearly sure," said Curtis.
"Why not jump out and grab him now?" suggested Devar.
"Do you gentlemen mind following him for a time?" asked the policeman.
"No, I'm game for anything. And you, Curtis?"
"Oh, I feel ready to start the night all over again."
The street-cars went on, and the gray automobile darted through the first possible opening.
"You see, it is this way," explained the official. "I am prepared to arrest the man on Mr. Curtis's evidence, because I couldn't have better testimony than that of the chief witness. But I've been chewing on this thing for the past few minutes, and it strikes me that we gain nothing by acting in a hurry. You may be sure that this fellow, even if he is the person we want, will deny it, and a day or two may be lost in proving his identity, or collecting facts which would support the theory that he was the chauffeur connected with the crime. Now, if we let him go on, we shall certainly have a better hold over him. We'll find out his destination—perhaps secure a very useful address, or, with real luck, discover that he is keeping a fixture with some other individual."
"In a word, we must watch and pray," said Devar.
"Well, we can wait and see, anyhow," said the practical minded McCulloch.
His counsel sounded good, and the others agreed with him, thereby letting themselves and the patient Brodie in for some remarkable developments in a pursuit which began by a simple coincidence and was destined to end in a manner which none of them dreamed of.