It was possible that they were already too late and that the work
had been done. If that was indeed so, they could at least have
their revenge upon the man who had done it. But they were
hopeful that nothing of great importance had yet come to the
detective's knowledge, as otherwise, they argued, he would not
have troubled to write down and forward such trivial information
as McMurdo claimed to have given him. However, all this they
would learn from his own lips. Once in their power, they would
find a way to make him speak. It was not the first time that
they had handled an unwilling witness.
McMurdo went to Hobson's Patch as agreed. The police seemed to
take particular interest in him that morning, and Captain
Marvin--he who had claimed the old acquaintance with him at
Chicago--actually addressed him as he waited at the station.
McMurdo turned away and refused to speak with him. He was back
from his mission in the afternoon, and saw McGinty at the Union
House.
"He is coming," he said.
"Good!" said McGinty. The giant was in his shirt sleeves, with
chains and seals gleaming athwart his ample waistcoat and a
diamond twinkling through the fringe of his bristling beard.
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