"In which direction?"
"To the west."
The desk-sergeant shook his head portentously, and observed:—
"Looks for sure like this was pulled off in Cradlebaugh's."
"That's what I've been telling everybody," returned Keogh, the pride of proper diagnosis resting cheerfully upon him.
The desk-sergeant shot out his forefinger and exclaimed:—
"The least you have to say about the matter the better. This is not a case for you or for me, but for the captain in the morning."
The captain appeared unusually early in the morning with some half-dozen papers in his hand. Slapping the morning editions, scareheads, uppermost in front of the sergeant, he blurted out:—
"What's this here?"
The sergeant glanced at the topmost sheet and skimmed rapidly over the details.