“No. The police have hunted all over but failed.”
“How strange! Suppose some one stole it—probably medical students, who want it for dissection. I’ve got bad news.”
“What is it?” asked Frank, curiously.
“Learned that Martin Murdock returned to Chicago last night. To-day he drew a small fortune in money from his bank, went to New York and started for Europe in the trans-Atlantic steamer Red Star.”
“So he escaped you, eh?”
“Yes. He knows that his crime is exposed, and wants to escape arrest. He’s got plenty money to do it, too. But I’ve telegraphed on to Liverpool to the police to hold him on a charge of murder. I’ve got a warrant to arrest him on that charge and am going after him.”
“He may suspect your design, and give you the slip.”
“Yes, I know. Such a daisy game has been played before. But it’s the best I can do,” said the detective.
“I know a surer way than that to catch him.”
“How? How?” eagerly asked Reynard.