you might put one man in the hall--somewhere out of sight--and one outside
the building. You understand that there may be an attempt to get
possession of the books. Do you know any of the C. & S.C. men--William C.
Porter, or Frederick McNally?"

The detective shook his head.

"Well, then, just keep things right under your eye, and report every hour
or so."

The detective nodded and left the room. A little later Harvey opened the
side door, and saw a man lounging in the passage, looking idly out the
window.

Shortly after ten Jim came in to talk things over. He told Harvey that the
C. & S.C. people had a counter move under way, but he was unable to
discover its nature. He had seen McNally in company with a number of men
who did not often leave Chicago. "He'll be up here, yet," Jim added
prophetically; and he went out without leaving word. "Don't know how long
I'll be gone," was all he would say; "but you'll see me off and on."

Ten minutes after Jim's departure McNally appeared. Harvey heard his voice
in the outer office, then the deputy came to Harvey's desk.

"Mr. Frederick McNally," said the official. "He asked for the
Superintendent first, and I sent him in to Mr. Mattison, but he sent him
back to you. Will you see him?"

"Yes," replied Harvey. "And you may stay in the room."