CHAPTER XXVII
MUGGS TAKES A CHANCE
IT was an evening of varied experiences for Muggs, one that he liked to remember later as being the acme in adventure and chance taking.
Muggs had been held a prisoner in the headquarters room at the place to which he had been moved, listening to the Black Star perfect his arrangements for his descent upon the Branniton residence—a prisoner who was allowed to see and to hear, yet was helpless to give a warning.
Now and then he got up from the couch and walked back and forth across the room, while the master criminal chuckled behind his mask, and frequently indulged his taste for sarcastic remarks.
"My dear Muggs, it would be a feather in your cap, would it not, if you were able to tell the authorities all that you know now?" the Black Star asked. "What a sensation you could cause by walking into police headquarters and shrieking your information into the ears of the chief and the sheriff and Roger Verbeck! But I am afraid that you will not be able to do anything of the sort, Muggs. However, we all have our little disappointments in life."
"You'll have somethin' worse than a disappointment before this thing is over!" Muggs snarled.
"You are still inclined toward violence—eh, Muggs? You should cultivate a more peaceful
