So he instructed a detective to proceed to Ward's office and direct the policemen on guard there to withdraw to their precinct station.
"I'm burning up with curiosity," acknowledged the chief, "but I suppose I shall have to wait until you're ready to confide what you're about." "You'll not have to wait very long," Britz promised.

"It's a case now of instant success or instant failure." Gathering the documents which had been recovered from the butler, Britz deposited them on a small table at the other end of the room.
"You may tie them up and send them to Beard," he instructed Greig.
"We'll hold the butler for the present.

He may be of use." The detective next obtained a telegraph blank and despatched the following message: "_Anderson, Chief of Police, Atlanta, Ga._: "Please engage lawyer in behalf of one Timson, alias Arthur Travis, now in Atlanta prison.

Have writ of habeas corpus sworn out as soon as possible and explain matters to Federal attorney down there.
Adhere to line we discussed on my recent visit.

Put Timson, when discharged, on board first train and have one of your men accompany him to this city.