"Oh, he only gave me the first steer. I soon beat up further evidence. And, anyway, he was back in Clinkerport late that evening," added the detective. "He was seen by more than one. It seems Endicott had about five hundred dollars in the bank. He could not check it out over the bank counter so late, but he got the postmaster to cash his check for that sum." "Five hundred dollars?" murmured Tobias. "Oh, sugar! That’s a mort o’ money to take with him on a fishing v’y’ge. Humph!" "He’s got more than that with him," said the other grimly. "But that’s the reason he and his friends didn’t blow the post-office safe. There was nothing left in it but the stamps. That young sharper cleaned up all the cash the postmaster happened to have on hand." "Humph!" again repeated Tobias. "So he did all that, did he? And then?" "Don’t fret," said the detective airily. "We know about everything he did in Clinkerport that evening before the bank burglary. Yes, sir. He sent a registered package—let’s see? Yes, here’s the address. Do either of you know this woman?" He thrust forward a card which he took from his vest pocket. Tobias did not offer to accept it, but Lorna leaned forward and repeated aloud the name and address: "’Miss Cora Devine, 27 Canstony Street, Charlestown, Mass.’" "There’s always some woman mixed up in these affairs. This Devine girl is probably a crook’s light o’ love. I’ve put our Boston office onto her. Oh, we’ll round up the whole gang before we get through." "How about rounding up the money that was stole?" demanded Tobias with some disgust. "Seems to me that’d be more to the p’int." "Don’t you worry about that, either, old scout," said the detective. "We know where a part of the money is all right—the biggest share of it in all probability." "Huh? Where?" "In that suitcase this gay young Endicott took aboard that catboat down to Peehawket Cove," snapped the other. "Oh, sugar!" "And where is he and that catboat?" ventured Lorna, in a very small voice. "According to report, the catboat is a wreck down there on what is called the jaw of Cape Fisher." "Now, now, Lorny!" exclaimed Tobias, rising suddenly and going around the table to the young woman’s side. "Don’t you believe it!" "Oh, to the best of my belief," the detective hastened to say, "Endicott abandoned the catboat. Over the long-distance ’phone, by way of Harbor Bar, I got the tip that Endicott did board that fishing boat, the _Nelly G_. I understand she is bound for the Grand Banks. That was his scheme for an alibi. He thought himself pretty shrewd, no doubt. But we’ll get him yet." "You’re sure o’ that, be ye?" sighed Tobias. "Well, I’d bet money on it," rejoined the man with confidence. "So he got aboard the _Nelly G._ after all?" ruminated Tobias. "He was seen to by two witnesses. He had to abandon the catboat, the sea was so heavy. It was just before dark last evening."