He was a stool of the Captain of the Yard, and Winwood knew it.
"To-night," he told the Captain, "Summerface will bring in a dozen '44 automatics.

On his next time off he'll bring in the ammunition.

But to- night he'll turn the automatics over to me in the bakery.

You've got a good stool there.

He'll make you his report to-morrow." Now Summerface was a strapping figure of a bucolic guard who hailed from Humboldt County.