“Those drawings and the model that you stole from Mr. Herron’s house night before last, which were stolen from you by Spike Thomas yesterday afternoon, and which you stole from Spike Thomas this morning.” Lannigan stared at Nick, leaning carelessly over the foot of the bed, and breathed rather than said: “You must be Nick Carter.” “You’re quite right, Lannigan,” replied Nick, with a smile. “Where are those papers?” “They’re not here,” replied Lannigan, “and you’re vastly mistaken if you think I will tell you where they are.” “Roll him over, Chick,” said Patsy. The two rolled Lannigan over to the other side of the bed, and Patsy, thrusting his hand under the sheet, pulled out a flat bundle of papers he had felt when they had thrown Lannigan on the bed. He handed them over to Nick, who laughed as he said: “Here they are.” But Lannigan swore like a trooper. Nick looked them over carefully, comparing them with the list Mr. Herron had given him, and said: “The drawings are all here except one.” “And here is that one,” said Patsy, taking it from his pocket. “I found it on the roof of this house yesterday afternoon.” Nick took it, remarking that it made the set complete, and added: “Now for the model.” He began a search of the rooms, and finally, turning to the two, who were holding Lannigan, said: “Handcuff that man and tie his ankles, while we search for that model.” This was done, and the three began an exhaustive search of the rooms, which ended in finding the model, badly broken, in a pasteboard hatbox in the bottom of a closet, covered with clothes. “I think this can be patched up by a skillful man,” said Nick, after examining the model. “At all events, we have got all that we started out to get. Now, then, loose that man’s feet and we will take him around to the station house and lodge a complaint against him.” By this time Lannigan seemed to realize that the game was up, as far as he was concerned, and he tamely submitted. “Chick,” said Nick, when they were on the sidewalk, “you’d better get your man that you laid away on the stairway.” Chick, followed by Patsy, went to get the unknown, but on arriving there found that he was no longer there. Whether he had succeeded in getting loose from his bonds and gags, or whether some one had found him there and had released him, could not be told. He was gone, and, so far as Nick Carter and his aids were concerned, he was never seen in New York again. The three detectives then went to Mr. Herron’s house and delivered to him the drawing and the model. That same day both Seaman and Elwell were arrested for complicity in the burglary. They easily obtained bail, and when the trial came off escaped punishment for the want of sufficient evidence to connect them directly with the crime.