at the ferry across the Hudson. I'll start from here as soon as I
hear the train come in. We'll get the girl this time. That will
bring Brixton to terms sure. You're right. Even if we fail this
time, we'll succeed later. Don't fail me. I'll be at the ferry as
soon as I can get past the guards and join you. There isn't a
chance of an alarm from the house. I'll cut all the wires the last
thing before I leave. Good-bye."

All at once it dawned on me what they were planning--the
kidnapping of Brixton's only daughter, to hold her, perhaps, as a
hostage until he did the bidding of the gang. Wachtmann's
chauffeur was doing it and using Wachtmann's car, too. Was
Wachtmann a party to it?

What was to be done? I looked at my watch. It was already only a
couple of minutes of nine, when the train would be due.

"If we could seize that fellow in the closet and start for the
station immediately we might save Yvonne," cried Brixton, starting
for the door.

"And if they escape you make them more eager than ever to strike a
blow at you and yours," put in Craig coolly. "No, let us get this
thing straight. I didn't think it was as serious as this, but I'm
prepared to meet any emergency."

"But, man," shouted Brixton, "you don't suppose anything in the
world counts beside her, do you?"

"Exactly the point," urged Craig. "Save her and capture them--both