"Where is it?"
"Twelve eighty-two Elm Street."
"I heard Heinrich say something about Elm Street," exclaimed Riley.
"Your clue may be a good one after all."
"Poor old Heinie," murmured Bob.
"Poor old nothing," cried Riley. "Who feels sorry for a German plotter?"
"But Heinie was stupid and they probably made a fool of him."
"The fact remains, however, Bob," said Mr. Cook, "that Heinrich evidently was in with this gang and therefore he ought to be punished."
"You're dead right, Mr. Cook," exclaimed the sergeant. "No matter whether a man's been made a fool of or not, if he's dangerous he ought to be locked up."
"I suppose so," Bob agreed. "I feel sorry for him though, more sorry than
I do for Lena. She has more brains than Heinie and ought to know better."
"Meanwhile we ought to be on our way to Elm Street," exclaimed Sergeant
Riley. "Come on, boys, let's get started."