If the conductor had known that in those sacks was stolen property aggregating in value not less than two hundred thousand dollars, he might have shown a little more interest.
It was early in the morning when Nick Carter turned over to the officers at police headquarters his three prisoners, Larry Dugan, Foxey Irwin, and Pet Carlin. He also handed in, and got a receipt for, the three bags of loot that he had captured with the Dugan gang.
Then he went home, with Chick and Patsy, to enjoy a good breakfast, while Marcos, in a taxicab, hurried back to Crownledge, to relieve the mind of his pretty cousin, Claudia Solado, and complete his preparations to return at once to Joyalita.
“And you owe it all to Mr. Carter,” remarked Claudia, as she presided at the breakfast table, with Phillips in attendance.
“Indeed I do,” declared Marcos enthusiastically. “If he would come to Joyalita, I would make him prime minister.”
The young girl laughed. She shook her head and said:
“I am afraid there is no office in Joyalita important enough to lure Nick Carter away from New York.”
“No, I suppose not,” returned Marcos slowly. “But what a fine head of the government he’d make. I’d like to see him dealing with a bunch of conspirators like these of my Cousin Miguel’s.”
“I believe he’d take them up in his two strong hands and bang their heads together,” opined Claudia, with another merry laugh.
THE END.