Chapter 9
THE PURSUITMasked by an enormous pair of motor goggles and further shielded
from recognition by a cap drawn down almost over his nose, Thomas
Dean in a basket-rigged motorcycle impatiently sat awaiting the
arrival of Jane Strong at a corner they had agreed upon the evening
before. He had been particularly insistent that Jane should be on
hand at a quarter before eight. He had learned by judicious
inquiries that always on Wednesdays—at least on the Wednesdays
previous—the Hoffs had started off on their mysterious trips at
eight sharp. His intention was to get away ahead of them and pick
them up somewhere outside the city limits.
Jane had promised that she would be on hand promptly. Once more
he looked impatiently at his watch. It lacked just half a minute of
the quart
