"Search him, d'ye see?
Then you'll get to know all about him, and so on.

Help to write that piece in the paper, eh ?" Spargo hesitated.

He had had a stiff night's work, and until his encounter with Driscoll he had cherished warm anticipation of the meal which would be laid out for him at his rooms, and of the bed into which he would subsequently tumble.

Besides, a telephone message would send a man from the _Watchman_ to the mortuary.

This sort of thing was not in his line now, now-- "You'll be for getting one o' them big play-cards out with something about a mystery on it," suggested Driscoll.