"For one thing, the scoundrels probably have discovered that detectives from Mobile are down here trying to run 'em to earth.

That has scared the rascals away." "What are the detectives doing, anyway ?" asked Harry.
"Blessed if I know," Tom yawned.

"I believe there are three of them here or over in Blixton, but I wouldn't know one of them, if I fell over him.
The detectives came, secured their orders from Mr.Prenter, and went to work---or pretended to go to work.

I'm glad that I'm not responsible for the detectives." Nicolas entered, an envelope in his hand.
"Par-rdon, Senor Reade," begged the Mexican.

"I would not interrupt, but on the porch I found thees letter.