“A rat might do it. The place is alive with our men.”

“But half an hour ago? If you’ve only just got here⁠—” He left the sentence uncompleted.

“There might have been some sort of an opportunity then,” admitted Malone.

“What are you driving at?” asked Moreland.

“Larry. That tunnel leads somewhere out towards the coast. It’s a full half hour or more since he slipped out there. If⁠—”

They stared at each other, in something like consternation. The retired military officer who was the head of the Kent County Constabulary entered in haste.

“What’s this I hear? You’ve rounded them up? Are you Mr. Labar?”