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Updated: June 10, 2025
Lidgerwood caught a fleeting glimpse of a section gang's green "slow" flag lying toppled over between the rails a hundred feet to the rear. Measuring the distance of the onrushing passenger-train against the life-saving seconds remaining, he called to Bradford to jump, and then ran forward to drag the Japanese cook out of his galley. It was all over in a moment.
When they turned out in vindication of those rights which the sailor did not possess, they not infrequently found their diversion in wrecking the gang's headquarters or in making a determined, though generally futile, onslaught upon the tender.
It was Mabel Ticknor, followed by the six men I was watching for, Yussuf Dakmar looking sulky and discouraged in their midst, almost like a prisoner, and the other five wearing palpably innocent expressions. "Lord!" remarked the officer nearest me. "That gang's got the wind up! Look at the color of their gills! The gang drew abreast just as another officer gave tongue to his opinion.
And now, right before me, was an account of a strange robbery, a robbery committed the day before at the Duchesse's great chateau on the Meuse! At once I guessed that this robbery must be yet another of the gang's outrages.
Nor you nor your man must go out of this flat till the gang's been caught, every one of them it's the day after to-morrow they'll be at Eldon Hall. They're expecting a gigantic haul there, including all the Cranmere diamonds they're worth thousands on thousands. You're both known by sight, and if you're seen about we're just as bad as dead."
From beneath the balcony there came again, lustily the shouts of a dozen doughboys hauling a German gun: "Hail! hail! the gang's all here! What the hell do we care? What the hell do we care? Hail, hail, the gang's all here! What the hell do we care now?" Then, that night, Clay came.
The district attorney connected more than a score of murders of his own recollection with Bottle Alley, the Whyó Gang's headquarters. Five years have passed since it was made into a park, and scarce a knife had been drawn or a shot fired in all that neighborhood. Only twice have I been called as a police reporter to the spot.
Where the "leak" was, as Danglar called it, that supplied the Adventurer with foreknowledge of the gang's movements, she had no idea, save that perhaps the Adventurer and some traitor in the gang were in collusion for their own ends and that certainly did not lift the Adventurer to any higher plane, or wash from him the stigma of thief. She clenched her hands.
Hail! The Gang's All Here" and "Where Do We Go From Here, Boys?" as a ship is sinking. I know American soldiers pretty well. I do not know what they sang when the Tuscania went down, but I am glad to add my picture to the other and to say that I for one heard a crowd of American gunners singing "Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me Over Life's Tempestuous Sea."
I flatter myself that I have arranged it all rather cleverly I have succeeded in placing in confinement that man who shadowed you last night, without any member of the gang's knowing anything about his arrest or in the least suspecting it, and I have literally stepped into his shoes, for these clothes and boots that I am wearing are his.
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