Hearing them coming the detective left the stoop and got behind an adjacent tree where he was unseen.
He had scarcely concealed himself when he saw Martin Murdock come out with Joe, hail a passing cab, get in and ride away.
The detective had overheard all they said in the parlor, and with his suspicions of the broker aroused, he pursued the cab, resolved to see the termination of the affair.
Murdock did not utter a word to the boy, but kept watching him and deeply thinking over a dark scheme he had in view.
The boy feared this man, but he was so eager to have a final settlement with him that he did not hesitate to go with him.
Reaching the railroad depot they embarked on a train.
“I’ll take him to an unfrequented place and put an end to him!” thought Murdock, grimly. “He stands in my way to nearly a million. The stakes are enormous. It is worth the risk. I’m bound to have the money.”
Unluckily for him, the detective was on the same train.
They were whirled away.
Several hours passed by, when the end of the road was reached.