I guess there's no doubt about
that. Mind you, I'm not sure he's the man we've been looking for
these last six months, but I'm pretty sure of it. Last February
two men and a woman tried to smuggle a lot of diamonds through the
customs at New York. I'll not go into details now further than to
say they landed from one of the big ocean liners and came within
an ace of getting away with the job. The woman was the leader. She
was nabbed with one of the men at a hotel. The other man got away.
He was on the passenger list as George Ritchie, of Cleveland, Ohio.
The woman had half a dozen photographs of him in her possession.
I've got a copy of one of 'em in my pocket now, and it's so much
like this fellow Thane that you'd swear it was of the same man. This
morning Gilfillan,--that's the Pinkerton man,--telephoned to his
chief in Chicago to notify the federal authorities that he was almost
dead certain that our man was here. He's a wonder at remembering
faces, and he had seen our photographs. Simons and I took the
three o'clock train. Gilfillan met us in the city and brought us
out after we had instructed the police to be ready to help us in
case he got onto us and gave us the slip."
"How much of a reward is offered?" inquired Foss.
"We are not supposed to be rewarded for doing our duty," replied
the Secret Service man curtly. "He got away from us and it's our
business to catch him again.
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