“When the coach was checked, at Fifty-eighth Street, you stepped out, crossed the street, and, going down Fifty-eighth Street, you bowed to a man at nine o’clock, who spoke to you as Masson.
“Half an hour later, on the corner of Fifty-seventh Street and Fifth Avenue, you talked for a few minutes with a man who stopped you and called you Masson.
“You made yourself conspicuous in other places when you thought suspicion could be thrown on Masson.
“Then, when you thought you had done enough you started back to Philadelphia, but one of my aides was on the train. We were on your track. We were bound to land you as we have landed you.”
Turning to the officers, Nick said:
“Take us to the lockhouse. Chick, have you hand-cuffs?”
Chick had not, but one of the officers had, and Macrane was ironed.
It was daylight when Nick and Chick returned to their hotel to snatch a brief sleep.
Early in the morning they were out, making the proof strong that Macrane had been in New York.
They wired for Patsy to come on, with Moran and the storekeeper of Sixth Avenue that Chick had dug up, by an early train.