It's the real stuff." "Cut it out, I say! Don't you suppose I had a clever bird like you picked up the minute you landed in the city, and have had you covered ever since?
And if you are going straight, what about the session you had with Barney Palmer and Old Jimmie Carlisle the very night you blew in?
And I'm on to this bluff of your going to that business institute.
So come across, Brainard! I've got your every move covered!" "I've already come across, Chief," replied Larry, trying to keep his temper in the face of the other's bullying manner.

"I told Barney and Old Jimmie that I was through with the old game, and through with them as pals at the old game--that's all there was to that meeting.

I'm going to that business institute for the same reason that every other person goes there--to learn.

That's all there is to the whole business, Chief: I'm going to go straight." Chief Barlow, hunched forward, his undershot jaw clenched on a cigar stub, regarded Larry steadily with his beady, autocratic eyes.

Barlow was trained to penetrate to the inside of men's minds, and he recognized that Larry was in earnest.
"You mean you think you are going to go straight," Barlow remarked slowly and meaningly.
"I know I am going to go straight," Larry returned evenly, meeting squarely the gaze of the Chief of Detectives.
"Do you realize, young man," Barlow continued in the same measured, significant tone, "that whether you go straight, and how you go straight, depends pretty much on me ?" "Mind making that a little clearer, Chief ?" "I'll show you part of my hand--just remember that I'm holding back my high cards.