He returned then to the trapdoor, bent over it, and whistled softly.

Two more men, in answer to the summons, came up into the room.
"The Cap'll be along in a minute," one of them said.

"Turn on the light." A switch clicked, flooding the room with sudden brilliancy from half a dozen electric bulbs.
"Too many!" grunted the same voice again.

"We ain't working to-night--turn out half of 'em." The sudden transition from the darkness for a moment dazzled Jimmie Dale's eyes--but the next moment he was searching the faces of the three men.

There were few crooks, few denizens of the crime world below the now obsolete but still famous dead line that, as Larry the Bat, he did not know at least by sight.
"Moulton, Whitie Burns, and Marty Dean," confided Jimmie Dale softly to himself.