From the roadway at the rear, still some little distance off, had come faint but unmistakable sounds.
A motor vehicle of some sort, well-nigh silent in operation, was approaching, and pebbles were being displaced by its rubber-tired wheels.
“Our man!” Cray whispered.
CHAPTER XXV.
THOSE EXTRA-HEAVY SUIT CASES.
Green Eye did not reply to the burly detective’s warning, but his hand took a firm grip on the revolver in his pocket.
He was holding it by the barrel, however.
The brief interval that followed seemed long and tedious, but in reality it could not have been of more than three or four minutes’ duration.
Although tense and physically on the alert, Gordon found his mind wandering. He wondered idly where Simpson had been staying, and how he dared to travel about even at night in the same machine in which he had removed the gold from the Hattontown bank.