got a taxi and hurried here. I suppose we have it all to do over again. We've got to catch that fiend, of course!"
"Will you help, Verbeck?" the chief cried. "Will you take the time and trouble?"
"You know it! Why, the Black Star challenged me again—said I couldn't catch him."
"You're in command, Verbeck, as you were the other time. Any orders now? Where shall we start in?"
"You're having the roads watched?"
"Of course."
"Throw out the dragnet and pick up what you can. Can't tell—might get a clew of some sort, you know. Get the rental agencies"
"I've planned to do that."
"It probably will do no good, but it won't hurt any to try. The Black Star is too smooth to be caught in that way. His headquarters probably is in some house one of his band has owned and occupied for years."
"He just called up," Muggs put in. "He said we'd be busy within twenty-four hours."
"And the Black Star, as we know well, always keeps his word!" Roger Verbeck declared. "So his message probably means that he will strike his first blow to-morrow night—or, rather, to-night. But where? And what? Those are the questions."
"And all we can do" the chief began.
"Is to wait until he strikes, and then take up the trail," Roger Verbeck added. "I found out one thing—he has some new people in his organization. He is using the blackboards again."
"What's that?" the chief asked.
