Now, then, what would he, Haggerty, do if he were in Mason's shoes?
Make for railroads or boats; for Mason did not belong to New York's underworld, and he would therefore find no haven in the city.
Boat or train, then; and of the two, the boat would offer the better security.

Once on board, Mason would find it easy to lose his identity, despite the wireless.

And it all hung by a hair: would Mason watch?
If he hid himself and stayed hidden he was saved.
"Chauffeur, what's your name ?" asked Haggerty of Killigrew's man, as the car rolled quietly on to Brooklyn Bridge.
"Harrigan,"-- promptly.
"That's good enough for me,"-- jovially.

"Fill up th' gas-tank.

I'm going t' keep y' busy for twenty-four hours, mebbe.