ecret
Service Division at the Federal Building, but he had special reasons
for wanting Morgan's and Tierney's assistance at this time rather
than that of Secret Service men. After long consideration,
therefore, he came to the conclusion that there was nothing he could
do except stay by his telephone and wait. It never occurred to Marsh
that anything of a serious nature could have happened to the
detectives on the crowded city streets. The only plausible
explanation of the delay might be that Morgan and Tierney had
discovered some new clue which they thought of sufficient importance
to follow up before keeping their appointment with him. Marsh
accepted this explanation readily, because he realized that there
were still many loose ends to the case that would permit of new
developments at any moment.

When four o'clock came, however, and there was still no word from
Morgan, Marsh decided that something must have happened to the two
men. He had had ample evidence of the desperate and daring character
of their opponents. To raise a hue and cry in the Police Department
would utterly defeat his plans. Whatever he did must be carried out
quietly. So far as he knew, at this time, there were only two
possible sources of information--one, the house on Oak Street; the
other, the closed house at Hubbard Woods. First he would get a
report from the man on watch at Oak Street. If nothing had occurred
there, he would then carry out his proposed raid on the Hubbard
Woods house with some of his own men.

Having reached this decision Marsh put on his coat and hat and went
down to the corner of Lawrence Avenue to wait for a bus. A stream of
motor cars swept steadily by and when one of these turned into the
curb and stopped, Marsh paid little attention to it. He was
astounded, therefore, when a man opened the door, and addressing
him, said, "Step in and be quick about it!" Marsh gave the man a
sharp glance, then noticing that one of the man's arms was extended
toward him, he dropped his eyes and saw that the coat sleeve was
pulled down over the hand, while the barrel of an automatic
projected about an inch from the sleeve. Marsh looked about him
quickly. The policeman in front of his house was too far away to be
of any assistance, if, in fact, his attention could be attracted at
all. In the other direction, the nearest people were two women, one
of whom was pushing a baby carriage. He then saw that another man
had descended from the driv