"Here in New York?"
"Yes."
"Are the women shoving the queer?"
"If they do they do it so well we cannot trace them; but there are women in the gang."
"Have they a workshop here?"
"I do not think they have. I believe the workshop is in some remote place, possibly in Mexican territory; but the leaders are here, and it is necessary to trail down the leaders and get the evidence against them. If we get the leaders we can knock out the whole gang. My men have located members of the gang, and we can close in on them any time, but none of them will squeal as long as the leaders go free. But once let us secure the leaders and there will follow a wholesale squeal, and we can break up the gang."
"All right, I am in with you. I will see Cad Metti and talk the matter over with you later on."
"I should like to meet your female pal."
During the time Wise, the great special, had been talking to Dunne a district messenger lad had been standing near munching on a cracker which he had taken from the free lunch table, and at the proper moment he stepped forward and handed our hero a note.
The latter glanced at the missive and said: