CHAPTER XVIII—MYSTERIES
Verbeck turned and told Riley and Muggs, as well as the policemen, what had occurred over the telephone.
“That man ain’t human,” the sergeant offered.
“You bet he is human, and by that token we’ll get him!” Riley declared. “He thinks he’s playin’ a funny game, and he is, but there’s an end to every game.”
“He sure is human!” Muggs declared. “’Twas a human fist he smashed me with in back of the ear once—I know! But we’ll get him!”
“The fact of the matter is,” said Riley, “that we don’t know whether it was the Black Star talkin’. If he’s got a bunch of helpers, maybe one of them’s at police headquarters and just naturally tapped the chief’s private telephone line.”
“It was the Black Star—I know his voice,” Verbeck said. “There is no doubt about it. He speaks in
