But to prove his case in court--his future efforts would have to be attended by more luck than had been vouchsafed him hitherto, if a successful prosecution were to be achieved.
As though the adverse fates that had pursued him were content with the havoc they had wrought, Britz was greeted by a rare piece of good fortune as he entered Police Headquarters.

It came in the person of Muldoon, whom Britz encountered in the corridor.
"Got a prisoner for you!" beamed Muldoon.

"The gent you told me to watch for." "Where is he ?" asked the detective.
"Downstairs." "Where'd you get him ?" "Just where you said I would.

You said he'd come around to the Tombs lookin' for the boss, and sure enough he came about half an hour after you left.

I remembered having seen him hanging around the place yesterday and the day before, but I wasn't sure of him so I didn't molest him.