But their general outlines were plain enough.
Three more men sat on a park bench hard by the Obelisk.
One of them was tall and wore a slouch hat.
“Here they come,” he said, in a low voice to those near him.
At the same moment Nick Carter had breathed to his two aides:
“Get the cuffs on them as soon as we get within arm’s reach. I’ll take Ramsay. Chick, you’ll attend to the man in the brown derby. Patsy, take the third.”
The three men on the bench got up and spread out, separating so that there were two or three yards between each of them.
The detectives also separated, each making for the man that had been picked out for him.
A mounted policeman, further along the drive, was approaching at a trot.
He had seen the four-wheeler driving faster than the park regulations allowed, and had started after it at a gallop.