And once Larry was locked up, things would be much better.
Barlow would see that Larry didn't talk undesirable things, or at least that such talk was not heard.

It wasn't exactly pleasant or safe having Larry at large, free to blurt out to the wrong persons those things about Barney's being a stool and a squealer.
Greatly comforted, though eager for news of the chase, Barney started on his evening's routine of visiting the gayer restaurants.

Business is business, and a man suffers when he neglects it.

True, this was a neat proposition which he had in hand; but that would soon be cleaned up, and Businessman Barney desired to be all ready to move forward into further enterprises.
In the meanwhile there had been a session between Maggie and the Duchess.

At about the time Barney had whispered his unlipped news to Gavegan, Maggie, breathless with her frantic haste though she had made the journey in a taxicab, entered the familiar room behind the pawnshop.
"Good-evening, Maggie." The voice was casual, indifferent, though at that moment there was no person that the Duchess, pondering her problems, more wished to see.