"You're the only friend I've got left." They hurried through the rest of the meal, then descended to the lobby of the club.

While Cooper and Collins waited for their hats and coats, Fanwell darted into the telephone booth and called up Police Headquarters.
"I've got him roped," he said.

"If Britz calls up tell him he's on the way to Julia Strong's apartment." The bracing night air did not dispel Collins's melancholy.

He walked with head bent, a woe-begone expression engraved on his face.

At the door of the apartment house in which Julia Strong had killed herself, he hesitated an instant.