often called them, he left the room and walked to the Kansas City jail.




CHAPTER XVI.

MORIARITY IN THE SWEAT-BOX--THE SUCCESS OF THE FORGED LETTER--MORIARITY
CONFESSES.


Dan Moriarity, seated on a bare plank bench in his cell, was passing
away the weary hours in figuring how he was to get out of the bad scrape
into which he had plunged. He was now fully satisfied that the
detectives were very certain that he had a hand in the express-car
robbery--but how did they get hold of that dangerous fact? Not through
Cook, for since his incarceration in the jail Dan had talked with Cook
in the corridors, and Cook had sworn by all that was good and holy that
he had not divulged a single word, and knowing that Cook stood in mortal
fear of Cummings, as did he himself, Dan believed him.

It was not at all probable that either Haight or Weaver had given the
thing away in Chicago, for Dan knew from Cummings that they had not been
disturbed, and Cummings had not, or would not have given any
information. Then how did the cursed "man-hunters" find out that he had
helped in the affair?

Dan was busily engaged in trying to solve this knotty question when the
bailiff in charge entered the door and told Dan to follow him to the
office.