"And then proving them to be artificial?"
"That's the idea."
"Can you get at him in a way to trap him?"
"What do you mean?"
"He may fight shy of us," suggested Chick, "in case he knows of Pylotte's scrap with the gang last night. He may fear that Pylotte has discovered the fraud, and reported it to the police."
"There's not much danger of that," replied Nick. "So stupendous a fraud would at once be given publicity through the press."
"That's true."
"In either case," added Nick, abruptly, "there's a way by which we can fool him. I'll explain it on the way. Get your make-up box and prepare to go with me. Since we have the game uncovered, we'll lose no time in rounding up these accomplished rascals."
"Good enough!" exclaimed Chick, as he hurriedly arose. "The sooner the better."
"We may have ragged work before the job is completed," added Nick. "So provide yourself with a brace of guns. I'll be ready when you are."