“Well, then, can you get in touch with our Chief—Moore’s Chief—and tell him the news, Captain?”
“I can that, sir, and I will!”
“One thing more, Captain. Are they going to arrest Larry?”
“Your man, sir. No, I don’t think so. The warrant is only for ye yerself. But they may take him in as an accessory after the fact, if they don’t find ye—or even if they do get ye.”
“But can’t you prevent that, Captain? I’ve got to have a base somewhere. I think they got Miss Van Cleef to-day, too. If Larry stays here, and I can reach him by ’phone, it will help some.”
“Better not risk it then, sir. Take him with ye. And the two of ye go into hiding. I’m risking a lot to tell ye this, but get out quick. They’re likely on the way for ye now.”
“All right, Captain,” I answered. “Tell the Chief immediately everything about Miss Van Cleef, too, will you?”
“I will that, sir. Good-by!” and the captain rang off.
Events were moving too fast for me, and I sat at the desk for a moment, my aching head reeling with the thousand and one details of it all and the thousand and one dangers that faced me. But there was no time to lose.
I shouted to Larry to pack a bag for himself and one for me. “We’re getting out of here at once,” I told him. “The police are after us both. That is, we are getting out if you want to come. There’s no warrant for your arrest, but there is for mine.”