Boys -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; Newspaper employees -- Fiction
Ned could not see through the buildings on either hand. He could not
know that the few passers along a side street were staring in mild
surprise at a grave, genteel-looking man, dressed in black, who was
running at full speed as if for his life. When this man reached a broad
avenue parallel to the one which he had quitted he did not slacken his
pace, but plunged down another side street, then through an alley, and
out once more upon a thoroughfare. There he hailed a passing car and
sprang upon it. He had calculated time and distance very narrowly, for
as the car made a broad curve, turning down a street at right angles
with the avenue it had just traversed, it came upon the track close
behind a car with a blue light, the one which he had left not five
minutes earlier, which was still rolling down the street in a straight
line.
As he looked through the window at the vehicle in advance his sharp
eyes were quick to detect the slim little figure of the printer's
devil still sitting close to the door, and he felt that whether it were
instinct which had warned the boy or inadvertence on his own part in
bringing his surveillance too close, it had been cleverly counteracted.
CHAPTER VI
The detective pondered seriously upon all these things as he sat there.
He wondered that as yet the boy should have done nothing to indicate
his partners in a crime so far beyond his own scope. More than all, he
wondered how the little printer's devil should know or care anything
about the insurance of the theatre, and what the question of the
insurance had to do with his surreptitious entrance and the theft of
the diamonds and other portable valuables.
The fire had been at first supposed to be the result of accident or
of carelessness on the part of the theatre's employees, until Peter
Bateman's story had suggested to the police the possibility that theft
had necessitated that sequence of pillage, which is incendiarism. Thus
the detective had believed that the theatre had been robbed by some
gang of thieves, of whom Ned was but the humble tool, and then fired
to conceal the traces of the more profitable crime. Now this conclusion
was shaken,--and again and again he asked himself in perplexity and
doubt what the question of the insurance could have had to do with the
crime.
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