Warrington was shot, up-state?"

The question was, as yet, unanswerable. None of us had been able
to catch a glimpse of his figure, muffled, in the darkness when he
shot us.

All we knew was that even this man was unidentified and at large.
The murderer, desperate as he was, was still free and unknown,
too. Were they one and the same? What might not either one do
next?

We sat down in one of the stolen cars and held a midnight council
of war. There were four of us, and that meant four different
plans. Dillon was for immediate and wholesale arrests. McBirney
was certain of one thing. He would claim the cars he could
identify. The garage people could not help knowing now that we had
been there, and we conceded the point to him with little argument,
though it took great tact on Garrick's part to swing over Dillon.

"I'm for arresting the garage-keeper, whoever he proves to be,"
persisted Dillon, however.

"It won't do any good," objected Garrick.

"Don't you see that it will be better to accept his story, or
rather seem to, and then watch him?"

"Watch him?" I asked, eager to propose my own plan of waiting
there and seizing each person who presented himself. "How can you
watch one of these fellows? They are as slippery as eels,--and as