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"Didn't know you were back till I bumped into Gavegan on Broadway. He told me, and so Barney and I beat it over here to see you. Believe me, Larry, that flatfoot is certainly sore at you!" Larry ignored the last sentence. "Think it exactly wise for you two to come here?" "Why, Larry?" "Gavegan, Casey, the police, may follow, thinking you've come to see me for some purpose.
He shook Gavegan as he might have shaken a pillow, with a thumb thrusting painfully in beneath Gavegan's ear. "I've done nothing, and that bully stuff doesn't go with me!" he fairly spat into Gavegan's face. "You talk to me like a gentleman and apologize, or I'll throw you out of the window and let your head bounce off one of its brother cobblestones below!"
"Throwing kisses over at Brooklyn," Larry replied coolly. "And what are you doing out here, Gavegan?" "Following you. I wanted a quiet word with you. I've been right behind you ever since you hit New York." "I knew you would be. You and Casey. But you haven't got anything on me." "I got plenty on you before! with Casey helping," retorted Gavegan.
By now Gavegan had sent out his alarm; within a few moments every policeman on duty would have instructions to watch for him. He might escape for the time, at least, these allies of his one-time pals by going to a hotel and taking a room there; but to walk into a hotel would be to walk into arrest.
As Larry neared the pawnshop with the intention of making his escape through the western stretch of the street, he saw that Old Isaac has switched on the lights; and he also saw Officer Gavegan bearing down in his direction. They sighted each other in the same instant, and Gavegan let out a roar and started for him. Caught between two opposing forces, Larry again had no time to plan.
He brought news which for a few moments almost completely upset Maggie's delicately balanced structure. "I know who you are now," he said brusquely. "And part of your game's cold before you start." "Why? What part?" "Just after you left Headquarters Officer Gavegan showed up. He had this Larry Brainard in tow had pinched him out on Long Island."
"Not unless Gavegan or some one else saw and recognized you, which I know they didn't since I was watching for that very thing. And not unless you yourself feel hungry for a visit to Headquarters." "If I feel hungry, it's an appetite I'm willing to make wait." "You know I don't want to pinch you. My part in this has been a dirty job that was just pushed my way.
"You didn't get me the last time; that was a slip and police stools got me. All by yourself, Gavegan, you couldn't get anything. Your brain's got flat tires, and its motor doesn't fire, and its clutch is broken. The only thing about it that still works is the horn. You've got a hell of a horn, Gavegan, and it never stops blowing."
"And I'll get plenty on you again! now that I know you are the main guy of a clever outfit. You'll be starting some smooth game but I'm going to be right after you every minute. And I'll get you. That's the news I wanted to slip you." "So!" commented Larry drawlingly. "Casey's a fairly decent guy, considering his line but, Gavegan, I don't see how Casey stands you as a partner.
He asked me to round you up and bring you in." "I've done nothing, and I'll not go!" Larry cried hotly. "Oh, yes, you will!" Gavegan withdrew his right hand from his coat pocket where it had been resting in readiness. In the hand, its thong about his wrist, was a short leather-covered object filled with lead.
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