Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
“When we do get there, I think the garage is our best means of
approach. If we can get into the garage and overpower the guard, we
ought to be able to take them by surprise. And we’ll have plenty of
men. Frankly, Clayton, after what you and Peters have told me of this
gang’s resources, I’m afraid that if we surround the place and try to
take it by frontal attack, they’ll try to cover up their traces and
get away. We have no idea how many other ‘earths’ they may have; I
mean, underground exits.” He paused. “And we want to round up the
whole gang.”
“That seems like a good plan,” I answered. “Those men I saw on the
beach may have been getting in by some other entrance.”
“Exactly. I think we’ll try the garage, anyway,” he concluded.
We left it at that and fell to speculating about Moore and Pride, and
whether they were still alive. I was equally worried about Larry. But
they had less quarrel with him, perhaps.
We reached the rendezvous in good time. But the other car, which had
started ahead of us on a shorter route, was not there. The Chief
looked a little anxious, I thought. But we waited practically in
silence for an hour or so before he voiced his anxiety.
“Well, Clayton, no traffic jam could have held them up this long.
Unless the car has broken down, which isn’t likely, they’ve been
picked off in some way. I think we had better go on alone, eh?”
“Right you are, sir,” I answered; “I think so, too.”
My big, grizzled companion leaned forward and opened the window.
“Heldt,” he said, “I was going to drop you here, but I’ll take you
along if you want to come, as the other car hasn’t turned up. What
about it?”
“Sure, sir,” the driver answered. “Why wouldn’t I come along?”
The Chief laughed. “All right. I’m going to sit in front with you and
tell you the road, and Clayton here will stay out of sight in the
back.”
He got out and stepped up on the front seat with the driver, and I
settled down on the back seat, curling up on it so that I would not be
visible from outside the car. And so we started.
For the better part of an hour we drove along smoothly and with some
speed. For the most part I kept out of sight, but now and then, when
my position became too cramped to be borne any longer, I sat up and
turned over, snatching a passing glimpse out of the windows to see
where we were.
My shoulder pained me a good deal in the cramped position in which I
was forced to lie. But it was in a good cause, I thought, and I was
quite willing to put up with a little discomfort.
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