"That's the part of it I don't like," Verbeck said. "It isn't like the master crook to leave papers like those scattered around."
"Didn't you get into his old headquarters once and find papers and orders there?" the sheriff demanded.
"I did, I'll admit. But really I do not like the appearance of this. Describe that basement room to me again, Kowen."
The sheriff did so.
"Well, you seem to have described the room I saw last night," Roger Verbeck said. "Perhaps you are right; but I think we are assuming too much when we think the Black Star's people are not aware of the visit of you and your men there. It would be more like him to have the place watched continually."
"It all looks good to me," the chief put in. "I happen to know that the National Trust Company has a lot of gold in its vault just now—and you can bet that the Black Star knows it, too. That organization of his is a wonder. Why, my own secretary might belong to it, for all I know. We found a police captain in the old one, remember."
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" the sheriff asked.
"What have you to suggest? It's your game," the chief reminded him.
"I've got to have the help of the police, of course," Kowen replied. "I haven't men enough, and this job calls for trained men. I think we should combine forces."
"Certainly," the chief agreed.
"We ought to have a gang around the block that contains that cottage, ready to nab anybody that goes
