The magnificent vitality of that man Haggerty yet fills me with wonder.

He borrowed a roadster from Killigrew's garage, and hummed away toward New York.

On the way he laid his plans of battle, winnowed the chaff from the grain.

He understood the necessity of thinking and acting quickly.

A sporting proposition, that was it.
He wanted just then not so much the criminal as the joy of finding him against odds and laying his hand on his shoulder: just to show them all that he wasn't a has-been.
His telephone message had thrown a cordon of argus-eyed men around New York.