"The young lady tells me you are some interested in that prisoner they lost off the cars near here." "That's so," Quest admitted.

"We'd like to go to the spot if we could." "That's dead easy," the boss replied.

"I'll take you along in the hand car.

I've been expecting you, Mr.Quest, some time ago." "How's that ?" the criminologist asked.
Mr.Horan expelled a fragment of chewing tobacco and held out his hand for the cigar which Quest was offering.
"They've been going the wrong way to work, these New York police," he declared.

"Just because there was a train on the other track moving slowly, they got it into their heads that Macdougal had boarded it and was back in New York somewhere.