, and gradually put more and more of his
business into his hands. About a year ago, he made Hunt his general
manager, and Hunt has practically been running the entire business
ever since. People in the financial district seem to consider Hunt a
fine fellow. What he was doing before he went with Merton I have
been unable to find out in such a short time."

"I cannot say that this information helps us out very much," said
Marsh. "Your news about Nolan simply confirms the idea I already
had--that the Nolan message was a trick. I dug up some information
today which looks like the best clue we have had so far. I think
that by tomorrow afternoon we'll close in on the men we want.
Telephone me at twelve o'clock tomorrow, Morgan, and I will tell you
just what to do."

At this moment they heard pounding on Marsh's back door.

"I guess that's the wagon, Tierney," said Morgan. "Let them in."

Tierney went back through the flat and returned immediately with two
policemen, who gathered up "Baldy" Newman and his gun and carried
them quietly out and down the rear stairs.

"I'd like to tell the world," said Morgan, "that the West Side's
most famous gunman has been captured with a man's bare hands. But
we'll keep it quiet if you insist on it, Marsh."

"After tomorrow, Morgan, you will have more than 'Baldy' Newman to
your credit. Until then, our success depends on secrecy. Now,
remember, telephone me at twelve sharp tomorrow."

With that, the men parted for the night and Marsh, after making sure
that all his doors and windows were securely fastened, went to bed.

But twelve o'clock on Tuesday passed without Marsh receiving his
expected message, for the very good reason that Morgan and Tierney
could not get to a telephone.

These two men spent the greater part of the morning in the financial
district in a futile attempt to get further information regarding
Hunt. About eleven o'clock Morgan suggested that they go to the
North Side and get their lunch so that after telephoning Marsh they
would be close at hand in case he wanted them quickly. They took the
elevated to Wilson Avenue, and after leaving the train, turned east
toward Broadway. At the corner stood a big, black limousine. The
door was open and the chauffeur turned to them and said, "Say
friends, will you help me get this guy out of the car? He's too
drunk to move."

Morgan saw that a man was lying back in a corner with his eyes shut,
and nodding to Tierney, went over