With the first blue streaks of dawn on Monday, May thirtieth, say at four o'clock, the _Zulu Queen_, thinking on escape, must up anchor and go steaming down the Potomac.

Now what should be less complex than to have Benzine Bob set fire to the Harley house an hour before the time to sail?
A bundle of combustibles soaked in kerosene could be introduced into Senator Hanway's study; the details might be safely left with Benzine Bob, to whom opening a window or taking out a pane of glass offered few deterring difficulties.

The Harley house would be instantly filled with fire and smoke.

Storri and Benzine Bob, under pretense of saving life, would burst in the door.
Storri would seize on Dorothy, who, if she were not already in a convenient fainting fit, might be stifled by muffling her in blankets.
Steamboat Dan would be in the street with a cab, himself on the box as driver.

Presto! Storri with his sweet prize would whirl away to the river front.