Jimmy took a train to a small town near the state line. He went to the house of an old friend, Mike Dolan, and got the key to a room upstairs. In the room nothing had been touched. There, on the floor, still lay the collar-button that had been torn from the shirt of Ben Price, the famous detective, on the night when they arrested Jimmy. Jimmy pulled a folding bed away from the wall, slid back a panel, and dragged out a dusty suitcase. He opened it and looked fondly at the finest set of burglar's tools in the East. It was a complete set, made of special steel: drills, punches, and clamps, with two or three clever new tools that Jimmy had invented himself. He was very proud of them. To have them made had cost him over nine hundred dollars. A week after Valentine was freed, there was a clean safe-burglary in Richmond, Indiana, and no one knew who had done it. Eight hundred dollars were taken. Two weeks later, a strong new safe in Logansport was opened as easily as a tin can, and fifteen hundred dollars went out of it. Then a bank safe in Jefferson City lost five thousand. The losses were now heavy enough to bring the matter to Ben Price. The detective looked carefully at the scenes of the burglaries, and said: "That is the work of Dandy Jim Valentine. He has gone back to his trade. Look at this knob, pulled out as cleanly as a radish from soft ground. Only he has the clamps that can do it. And see how neatly the bolts were drawn. Jimmy never drills more than one hole. Yes, I want Mr. Valentine. This time he will serve his whole sentence, with no early release." Ben Price knew Jimmy's habits well, and he set out quietly to find him.