"Oho!" exclaimed Killett, when he had finished, "that was the way of it, eh? Then your men are as good as bagged."
"How's that?" asked Spicer, eagerly.
"It's plain enough," was the answer. "You will know Barney Hawks and Jake Klinkhammer whenever and wherever you see them again, I suppose?"
"Most decidedly, yes."
"Well, trust me, they will be making for this city as soon as they've had an interview with that Sadie Seaton. If you had gone to her, most likely she would have lied to you; but she will tell these villains just where Hen and his pal can be found. We must, therefore, be on hand to receive them when they arrive, and follow them wherever they go till they lead us to our game, then, at the right moment, we can bag the whole lot."
"Killett, you're a trump. I salute you!"
"Thanks, Mark. Such a compliment, from the very prince of detectives, is particularly agreeable."
"You are worthy of the best compliment I can pay, old friend. And now let's see: when does the next train arrive?"
"Seven o'clock."
"Seven o'clock; they won't be on that."