"Good!" Herkomer nodded approvingly. His head dropped forward on his chest. It might very well he that finding this gun-man Cantrell would solve the whole mystery, but the chances were that it would not. Common gun-men, known to the police, were not likely to know much of the plans of masters in crime such as those who must be with Waring in this matter. But still, as Messerman had pointed the way to Cantrell, Cantrell might point the way to Waring.
And something else cropped up: it would seem, from Messerman's story,— and that story had had previous corroboration from the taxi-starter at the Plutonia,— that Waring and the girl had been inveigled into a taxi that was not theirs. This indicated there were forces within forces, that— Herkomer lifted his head and stared around him in despair
