When he returned, after less than a minute, he found Chick clad in the woman’s hat and veil, with his figure almost completely enveloped in her long, black cloak. "Capital!" said Nick, surveying him. "You’ll get by hands down." "I think so." "Ready?" "As a rivet." Nick switched out the electric light. Fallon saw the glow vanish from the curtained windows. Less than two minutes had passed since he returned to his seat. He merely glanced at the two figures that came from the house, quickly crossing the sidewalk in the darkness and entering the open taxicab. The door was closed with a bang, and another moment saw them speeding away--whither Sadie Badger had directed. Five minutes later a policeman, acting under instructions Nick had given him earlier, entered the flat and removed the detective’s partner in crime to the precinct station. It was half past six when Fallon slowed down in the darkness bf the narrow road into which he had turned, immediately drawing up at one side of it. He stopped the motor, then sprang down and opened the cab door. "We’ll have to walk to the house, Sadie," he growled, addressing the veiled figure in the opposite corner. "I’ll not risk running the taxi over this bum road in the dark. It’s only fifty yards to the house. We can walk it." "Sure!" said Nick. "Come on, kid." Fallon drew back to let them out, turning to gaze up the narrow, deserted road. Nick stepped in front of him, drawing his revolver. "Put your hands behind you, Fallon," he said sternly. "You are under arrest. Take it easy and save yourself worse trouble." Fallon staggered and glanced back over his shoulder in search of Sadie Badger. The hat, veil, and cloak had been discarded by the figure behind him, and he found himself gazing at the face of Chick Carter. "Good heavens!" he gasped involuntarily. "What am I up against?" "You know, Fallon, without my telling you," said Nick. "The game is up, and we’re out to get the entire gang. We’re going to do it, too." "I guess that’s no fairy tale." Fallon knuckled with a sickly smile. "You’re the worst ever, Carter, the very worst. Well, I’m not in so bad, at that. Go as far as you like." "Put bracelets on him, Chick, and we’ll secure him with another pair to one of the taxicab wheels," Nick directed. "That will hold him till we return." "Let me sit inside," said Fallon. "I’ll not bolt." "I shall feel a little more easy if I don’t take the chance," Nick dryly answered. "You’ll not suffer greatly, and it won’t be for long." Fallon offered no further protest, and was left secured as described. "Now, Chick, having landed a couple of the hirelings, we’ll get after the master," said Nick, as they turned away. "Unless I am much mistaken, we to-night shall see the last of Gaston Goulard, in so far as his criminal career is concerned. He is booked to pay the penalty." "That’s likely to be his life for having killed Batty Lang." "It’s more than probable. Come on."