to the car.

"I've been driving him for two hours," said the chauffeur, "and I
don't think there's any chance of getting my money. I want to throw
him out. He's too heavy for me to lift. You two guys look husky, and
like good fellows, so I thought maybe you'd lift him out for me."

As this sort of thing frequently came to the attention of the
detectives, they did not suspect anything out of the ordinary when
they climbed into the car and started to pull the man out of the
seat. Suddenly the chauffeur slammed the door and sprang to the
wheel. The man in the seat, who but a moment before had apparently
been in a drunken stupor, now sat up, and drawing his right arm from
behind his back, covered the two detectives with an automatic.

"Sit down," he commanded, "and be quiet."

In the meantime, the car was moving swiftly across Wilson Avenue.
Turning north on Sheridan Road, its speed increased to a terrific
pace. Morgan noticed this and hoped that it would attract the
attention of the motorcycle police, but they met none of these men
and the car soon left the city limits and passed through Evanston.

From here on, the road was quiet and they passed only an occasional
car. The man with the automatic now instructed them to hand over
their revolvers. After he had these in his possession, he felt
Morgan and Tierney over carefully to see that they had no other
concealed weapon. Then, keeping them covered with the automatic, he
reached out and drew down all the shades in the car so that they sat
in a semi-darkness and were unable to see where they were going.
Morgan judged that they had been riding about an hour when the car
suddenly stopped. The door was opened and a man stuck his head in.
The man was Wagner.

"Turned the tables on you, didn't we?" he jeered. Then he stepped
back and they saw that he also held an automatic in his hand. "Come
on," he said, "step lively. You're welcome to our happy home."

Tierney began to swear, but Morgan jabbed him with his elbow. It
would be like committing suicide to show any fight now.

"These bulls ought to travel in regiments for self-protection,"
taunted the man who had been with them in the car. But Morgan
noticed, as he stepped out of the car, that the chauffeur had left
his seat and was also standing ready with an automatic. These men
might have their little joke, but they were taking no chances. The
three men escorted Morgan and Tierney up the steps and into the
house. Wagne