But before Larry's quick mind had decided upon a course, the door of the pawnshop opened and closed, and a voice said sharply: "Nothing doing on that rough stuff, Gavegan!" The speaker was now on Larry's left side, a heavy-faced man in a black derby.

"Larry, better be a nice boy and come with us." "Oh, it's you, Casey!" said Larry.

"If you say I've got to go, I'll go--for you're one white copper, even if you do have Gavegan for a partner.

Come on.

What're we standing here for ?" The trio made their way out of the narrow street, and after some fifteen minutes of walking through the twisting byways of that part of the city, they passed through the granite doorway at Headquarters and entered the office of Deputy Commissioner Barlow, Chief of the Detective Bureau.
Barlow was talking over the telephone in a growling staccato, and the three men sat down.