"All right, sir," and they were off.
Eight minutes later the indefatigable detective had taken his seat in the train, which was moving from the Union depot on its way to New York.
[CHAPTER X.]
ON THE EVE OF A TERRIBLE CRIME.
Old Spicer and Morgan had hardly passed out of the tunnel into the sub-cellar, when the little flight of five steps, leading from the trap under the table to the entrance of the tunnel, was thrown forward, revealing a hole about two and one-half feet high by nearly three feet wide—a veritable burrow.
Out of this hole first crawled Jake Klinkhammer, and when he had raised himself to the floor of the vault, Barney Hawks followed him, carefully restoring the steps to their place, however, before he crawled out from under the table.
"Where is there another light, Jake?" asked Barney, "I broke the one we had, you know."
"Lemme see," mused Jake. "Oh! dere vos some candles in der lower punk, on dot side. You find 'em?"
"Yes," answered Barney, after feeling in the place indicated, "here they are. Now, have you a match?"