"'HAVE YOU MISSED ANYTHING?' SAID THE PORTER."
"There you are," she said. "That will fix matters so far."
The woman looked rather surprised.
"Now," said the girl, holding out her arms, "feel in this other pocket, and find my purse."
The woman picked out the purse.
"Open it and read the note on the bit of paper inside."
On the sheet of paper which the waiter had given her, the girl had written these words, which the searcher read in a muttered undertone—
"I am going to pick this man's pocket as the best way of getting him into a police-station without violence. He is Colonel Mathurin, alias Rossiter, alias Connell, and he is wanted in Detroit, New York, Melbourne, Colombo, and London. Get four men to pin him unawares, for he is armed and desperate. I am a member of the New York detective force—Nora Van Snoop."
"It's all right," said Miss Van Snoop, quickly, as the searcher looked up at her after reading the note. "Show that to the boss—right away."
The searcher opened the door. After whispered consultation the inspector appeared, holding the note in his hand.