Harrigan did. They say
Vogel is right there and is going to stay there, if fifty guards will
keep him."

"Next, Chief?"

"The next is Vogel's partner, Ross. You remember him? A good-natured,
fat fellow with a bald head. He was always smiling. He's making little
rocks out of big ones in a convict camp near Lake George. He was at
Sing Sing, or Ossining, for a time. Most of the New York prisoners are
taken there first. It's a sort of clearing house for the other prisons
of the state."

"Would he fit in with what this bird said, Chief?"

"He might!"

"Go on, I'm getting interested."

"Then," said Drew, "we have the two brokers who handled Morphy's Blue
Sky, preferred; Flying Boat, and other swindles. They are at Sing
Sing."

"What's their names, Chief? I've forgotten."

"Greene and Goldberg! One confessed and one turned state's evidence.
They got off with from two to four years. A nice bunch of squealers!"

"They'll be out pretty soon, Chief!"

"Yes--but they're harmless. I don't think they had anything to do with
the murder of Stockbridge. The other fellow might."

"Who's that, Chief?"

"Finklestein--the banker. The one who went before the Grand Jury and
claimed exemption. He's somewhere on the outside. I think Flynn is
covering him. I sent him over to Jersey, where Finklestein has a place
near Morristown. We'll hear of him later."

Delaney shifted his big feet and started counting on his fingers. He
widened his eyes. "There's one more," he said, as Drew leaned back.

"Yes, there's one more. I kept him for the last. He's out of sight,
reach and hearing. You know who I mean?"

"That guy who invented wireless boat, or flying boat, or them
movie-picture things in seventeen colors. I know who you mean. He beat
it, slick as any porch-climber. What's his name, Chief?"

"Morphy's brother, Cuthbert Morphy! He's an electrical-engineer and the
inventor of all their shady promotions. He's the real brains of the
mob. You never saw him?"

"No--did you?"

"Can't say that I have!" declared Drew with a snap. "I call him one of
my failures. I've made enough. Remember how Flood and Cassady searched
for him after the others were arrested? He's cost us thousands of
dollars--without result. I charged it to Stockbridge."

"Which way did he go, Chief?"

"He beat it for Argentine. From there he went across South America to
Antofagasta. From there he disappeared like a rocket in No Man's Land.
No trace was found. For al