Barlow had passed this tip along to Gavegan.

Gavegan had grumbled to himself that it was only a thousand to one shot; but luck had been with him, and his long shot had won.
Miss Sherwood, Hunt behind her, had been drawn by the sound of voices around to the side of the veranda where stood the four men.

"What are you doing ?" she now sharply demanded of Gavegan.
"Don't like to make any unpleasant scene, Miss Sherwood, but I've gotta tell you that this so-called Brandon is a well-known crook." Gavegan enjoyed few things more than astounding people with unpleasant facts.
"His real name is Brainard; he's done time, and now he's wanted by the New York police for a tough job he pulled." "I knew all that long ago," said Miss Sherwood.
"Eh--what ?" stammered Gavegan.
"Mr.Brainard told me all that the first time I saw him." "Hello, Gavegan," said Hunt, stepping forward.
"Well, I'll be--if you ain't that crazy--" Again the ability to express himself coherently and with restraint failed Gavegan.

"If you ain't that painter that lived down at the Duchess's!" "Right, Gavegan--as a detective always should be.

And Larry Brainard was then, and is now, my friend." Miss Sherwood again spoke up sharply.