Morning dawned upon the city of New York with clearer skies so far as Frank Mansfield was concerned, than he had known for months.
The end had come.
The mystery of the robbery of the Webster bank was a mystery no more.
The rising sun found the virtuous Mr. Callister and the two Cutts snugly ensconced in the Tombs.
Before a force so overwhelming they had not even tried to resist.
And then the whole thing came out, and the newspapers rang with it next day.
It appeared that the first information of the intended robbery of the Lispenard bank had been given by Frank Mansfield, who walked boldly into the office of the Chief of Police, told his whole story and placed the plans found in the coat of Callister in his hands.
It was upon information thus received that the police secreted themselves in the bank after nightfall, stationing the "Bats" to watch outside and sound the alarm of the approach of the burglars by their usual cry.
The arrival of Detective Hook had been an entirely independent affair.
Reviving at last from his swoon, this brave officer had escaped by the secret passage—an old sewer beneath the Donegal Shades, used doubtless by the scoundrels who frequented that den for the conveyance of stolen goods—as we have seen, and hurrying to the Oak street station had made his story known, and started with a number of policemen for the Lispenard bank.