He sprang lightly out and walked to where the two other men were busied in an earnest colloquy.
McNerney, pistol in hand, was gloomily gazing at the turrets of the gray house.

"He may escape us," fiercely said the man who had traveled from New York, eager to clasp the cold steel on "Mr.August Meyer's" blood-stained hands.
"Not so," calmly answered the disguised Breslau police sergeant, a sturdy war veteran.

"I have hunted here all over the Adler's Horst.
I know every crag and open spot.

My soldiers are now hidden in a circle all around the old house.

The moment that our carriage drives out into the open, they will close in and arrest every living soul.
Do you see that little white flag flying on a pole on that pile of rocks?
That is my signal that all is ready.