“You are mistaken,” cried the chief. “The syndicate will live on, and will train men to hate Nick Carter; to murder him.”
The detective smiled and took a package of papers from his pocket.
“You are wrong again,” he said. “Here are the records of the syndicate. Not two hours ago I filed a duplicate with the chief of police. By this time, every person in New York in any way connected with the syndicate is either under arrest or under surveillance. Your game is played out, gentlemen.”
The prisoners were now handcuffed together and marched off to police headquarters.
“That closes the battle,” cried Chick.
“Not just yet,” replied Nick quietly. “There are names here that need attention.”
As he spoke, the detective waved the records of the syndicate in his hand.
“They not only need attention, but they will get it at once. It has been an interesting game so far. Now let us push it through to the end. There was never much mystery concerning the murder. I could have named the murderer of Townsend within an hour after viewing his body, but the girl had to be found before a word was said. Then came the developments concerning the Great Diamond Syndicate, and that organization had to be cleaned up.”
“Why were you so sure of Mantelle after the interview at the café?” asked Chick. “I know he rather overdid the thing there, but still I could see no proof.”