eye travelled over the crowd he recognized Wu but did not betray
it. He walked by and, as he passed, hastily handed Wu the package
containing the model. Wu slipped it under his coat. Then each went
his way, in opposite directions.

. . . . . . .

It was a close race between the car bearing the two crooks and
that which Kennedy had impressed into service, but we kept on up
through the city and out across the country, into Connecticut.

Time and again they almost got away until it became a question of
following tire tracks. Once we came to a cross-road and Kennedy
stopped and leaped out. Deeply planted in the mud, he could see
the tracks of the car ahead leading out by the left road. Close
beside the tire tracks were the footprints of two men going up the
right hand road toward the Sound.

"You follow the car and the driver," decided Craig, hastily
indicating the road by which it had gone. "I'll follow the
footprints."

The Secret Service men jumped back into the car and Kennedy and I
went along the shore road following the two crooks.

Already the wounded crook, supported by his pal, had made his way
down to the water and had come to a long wharf. There, near the
land-end, they had a secret hiding-place into which they went. The
other crook drew forth a smoke signal and began to prepare it.