"Some more of the gang there—them Whaley women!" Muggs told himself.
A bell on the wall tinkled, and the Black Star hurried to one end of the room and pressed a button.
"I must ask you to remain perfectly quiet, Muggs," he warned. "You may see all you like, since you'll never be able to give out the information soon enough to hurt my plans, but you must not speak when any of my people are in the room. Be good, Muggs, and I'll have your hands untied after a while."
The door at the other end of the room was opened, and a robed and masked man came in and went to the blackboard. He regarded Muggs carefully, but the Black Star motioned for him to proceed.
"Number Two," he wrote.
"Countersign?"
"Bennington."
"Report," wrote the Black Star, and as Muggs watched they held their conversation on the blackboards, writing and erasing, neither speaking a word.
"Invitation list includes all prominent and wealthy persons in the city and some from out of town," wrote Number Two.
"Date remains the same?"
"Yes; to-morrow night."
"How about detectives?"
"Four—two men and two women—from the usual agency. We cannot handle any of them by the customary means, but they will not be hard to get out of the way."
"Make arrangements for doing so," wrote the Black Star. "If you need help, ask for it to-morrow
