"If you can give up hearing yourself talk, for a moment, I'll try!"
laughed Macloud. "It is conceded, I believe, that digging on the Point
by day may, probably will, provoke comment and possibly investigation
as well. My idea is this. Do no work by day. Then as soon as dusky
Night has drawn her robes about her----"
"Oh, Lord!" ejaculated Croyden, with upraised hands.
"Then, as soon as dusky Night has drawn her robes about her," Macloud
repeated, imperturbably, "we set to work, by the light of the silvery
moon. We arouse no comment--provoke no investigation. When morning
dawns, the sands are undisturbed, and we are sleeping as peacefully as
guinea pigs."
"And if there isn't a moon, we will set to work by the light of the
silvery lantern, I reckon!" said Croyden.
"And, when we tackle the water, it will be in a silver boat and with
silver cuirasses and silver helmets, a la Lohengrin."
"And I suppose, our swan-song will be played on silver flutes!" laughed
Croyden.
"There won't be a swan-song--we're going to find Parmenter's treasure,"
said Macloud.
Leaving Axtell in camp, they drove to town, stopping at the North end
of the Severn bridge to hire a row-boat,--a number of which were drawn
up on the bank--and to arrange for it to be sent around to the far end
of the Point. At the hotel, they found a telephone call from the
Mayor's office awaiting them.
The thieves had been duly captured, the Mayor said, and they had been
sent to Baltimore. The Chief of Detectives happened to be in the
office, when they were brought in, and had instantly recognized them as
well-known criminals, wanted in Philadelphia for a particularly
atrocious hold-up. He had, thereupon, thought it best to let the Chief
take them back with him, thus saving the County the cost of a trial,
and the penitentiary expense--as well as sparing Mr. Croyden and his
friend much trouble and inconvenience in attending court. He had had
them searched, but found nothing which could be identified. He hoped
this was satisfactory.
Croyden assured him it was more than satisfactory.
That night they began the hunt. That night, and every night for the
next three weeks, they kept at it.
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