There it is, making for Fifth Avenue.

Jump in! We'll explain as we go." The roundsman needed no second invitation.

Obviously, unless some brainless young fool was trying to be humorous, there was no time to spare for words.

He sprang inside, and Devar cried to the surprised chauffeur: "Follow that gray auto.

Don't kill anybody, but hit up the speed until we are close behind it, and then I'll tell you what next to do." Little recking what this order really meant, for its true inwardness was hidden at the moment from the ken of those far better versed than he in the tangle of events, Brodie changed gear and touched the accelerator, and the machine whirred past Admiral Farragut's statue at a pace which would have caused even doughty "Old Salamander" to blink with astonishment.
While four pairs of eyes were watching the fast moving vehicle in front, Curtis gave the policeman a brief resume of the night's doings since he and Devar had gone with Steingall to the Police Headquarters.
There was no need to say much about the actual crime, because the man had full details, with descriptions of the man-slayers, in his notebook.
He was a shrewd person, too.