No, only two, but they're hot stuff." He unlocked a drawer in a desk, and took out a pair of revolvers.
After examining them to make sure they were fully loaded, he handed one to Clancy.
"I hope we shall not require them, Eugene, but there's no telling," he said.
"I suppose I'm not allowed to shoot anybody, so you might lend me a stick," suggested Devar.
"You and Mr.Curtis are remaining right here," said the detective.
"Oh, be a man, Steingall!" cried Devar disgustedly.

"Don't play dog when there's a chance of a real row.

Look how I swung things your way in Morris Siegelman's!" "You might let us peep round the corner, at any rate," smiled Curtis.
Steingall meant to be obdurate, but yielded, and it was well that he allowed his sympathies to sway his judgment, or there might have been an early vacancy in the chief inspectorship.
At that middle hour of the night even New York's prowlers of the dark had retired to their foul rookeries.

The streets were almost deserted, and the glare of gas and naphtha had vanished.

The houses of the Hungarian quarter were stark and gloomy now, many woe-begone in their semi-dismantled aspect, and all sinister.