Claflin, across the street, understood from that that he was to go on up Fifth Avenue to Thirty-fourth Street, the next intersection, and turn west to board any crosstown car which Mr.Wynne might possibly take; and a cabby, who had been sitting motionless on his box down the street, understood from it that he was to move slowly along behind Mr.
Birnes, and be prepared for an emergency.
Half-way between Thirty-third and Thirty-fourth Streets, Jerry Malone approached and passed Mr.Wynne without so much as a glance at him, and went on toward his chief.
"Drop in behind here," Mr.Birnes remarked crisply to Malone, without looking around.

"I'll walk on ahead and turn east in Thirty-fourth Street to nail him if he swings a car.

Claflin's got him going west." Mr.Wynne was perhaps some twenty feet from the corner of Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue when Mr.Birnes passed him.

His glance lingered on the broad back of the chief reflectively as he swung by and turned into the cross street, after a quick, business-like glance at an approaching car.

Then Mr.Wynne smiled.