Show a light here," he added to a patrolman who had run from East Broadway on hearing the shooting.
"Now, Mr.Curtis, do you recognize him ?" "Yes," said Curtis---whose experiences in New York were revealing an unsuspected side of his character, for in 56th Street, in Morris Siegelman's, and now again in Market Street, he had proved himself what Allen Breck would have termed "a bonnie fighter"-- "yes, that is the man who spoke to me in the Central Hotel.

I imagine he is Martiny." "Good! Put him in the car!" The detective rushed off, but soon returned.
"Sorry to trouble you, but will you come this way a minute ?" he said.
Curtis went with him.

In Henry Street a small group was gathered in the roadway.

A policeman had proved himself a better shot than Rossi, and Hunter's murder was already avenged in part.
The dead man was left to the district police, to be carried to the mortuary in an ambulance.

Steingall, with his prisoner, returned to headquarters, while Clancy made a thorough search of the room the pair had occupied in De Silva's house.
The Hungarian did not deny his name nor his share in the earlier crime.
"It is fate," he said doggedly in his broken French.