Then they waited, and watched the corner of the square intersected by East Broadway, but neither Steingall nor Clancy appeared, so they judged it best to obey orders, and make for the Police Headquarters.

There they washed and resumed their own clothes, an operation which consumed another quarter of an hour.

Still there was no sign of the detectives, and they decided, somewhat reluctantly, to do as they had been bidden, and go home.
"What sort of witches' shibboleth was that which you brought off in Siegelman's ?" asked Curtis, while the car was humming placidly up Broadway.
"Oh, that was an inspiration," chuckled Devar.
"An inspiration founded on a solid basis of fact.

Now, out with it!" "Well, I was a year at Heidelberg, you know, and a fellow there told me that one evening, in a cafe at Temesvar, a student kicked up a shindy by singing that song.

In less than a minute an officer had been stabbed with his own sword, and a policeman shot, and it took a squadron of cavalry to clear the street.