A safe had been shattered and the contents confiscated, the perpetrators vanishing as completely as if aided by Satan himself.

The authorities were baffled.

A huge reward was offered in the hope that it might induce some discontented underling in the band to expose his comrades.
"Are you goin' after 'em, Anderson ?" asked old Mr.Borton, with unfailing faith in the town's chief officer.
"Them fellers is in Asia by this time," vouchsafed Mr.Crow scornfully, forgetting that less than a week had elapsed since the robbery.

He flecked a fly from his detective's badge and then struck viciously at the same insect when it straightway attacked his G.A.R.

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"I doubt it," said Mr.Lamson.