On the wall before Mike Volpi had appeared the arrow of fire.
“The arrow of justice!” he murmured thickly.
The next instant there came the sound of other breaking glass; a window was smashed from without. A voice said: “Don’t move! Stick ’em up! Quick now! We’ve got you covered—machine gun!” It was Herman McCarthey’s voice. The squad had arrived.
By way of emphasis a machine gun went rat-tat-tat, and three bullets spat against the wall. The gunmen acknowledged a master. Up went their hands.
Johnny was not long in securing their weapons. Then they were marched, single file, out of the cellar, and each one handcuffed to a police officer.
On searching the house, besides other articles they found a number of ladies’ garments, all new and in original packages. These, beyond doubt, were part of the loot taken from some store. Joyce Mills was glad enough to accept the loan of some of these, and so embraced an opportunity to become once more a lady.
The gangsters were taken to the city in the squad car. Two police officers commandeered the gangster’s car. There was room for Johnny, Drew and Joyce in the back seat. So they rode happily back to town.
“Do you know,” said Drew, “I heard good news this morning. Rosy is past danger.”
“Good!” In one word Johnny uttered a prayer of thanksgiving.
“Say!” he exclaimed. “We will get the reward, won’t we? Two thousand!”