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Larry held his desire in leash. "So you bet you'll get me. I'll take that bet any figure you like. I've already got a new game cooked up, Gavegan. Cleverer than anything I've ever tried before." "Oh, I'll get you!" Gavegan growled again. "Oh, no, you won't!" And then Larry's old anger against Gavegan got into his tongue and made it wag tauntingly.
"Larry, better be a nice boy and come with us." "Oh, it's you, Casey!" said Larry. "If you say I've got to go, I'll go for you're one white copper, even if you do have Gavegan for a partner. Come on. What're we standing here for?"
"They happened to connect with a flatfoot's jaw while he was trying to make hypnotic passes at me. He's coming to about now. Officer Gavegan." "Gavegan!" exclaimed Hunt. "You picked a tough bird. Young man, you're off to a grand start a charge of assault on an officer the very day they turn you out of jail." Larry smiled. "Gavegan is a dirty one, but he'll make no charge of assault.
Her real name is Maggie Carlisle, and she used to live at a dump of a pawnshop down on the East Side run by Brainard's grandmother. Brainard knew her there, and so did Mr. Hunt." "But but " gasped Miss Sherwood "she's been coming out here as Maggie Cameron!" "I tell you your Maggie Cameron is Maggie Carlisle!" said Gavegan gloatingly. "I've known her for years.
I'm not going to let you get away with your bluff and don't you forget it!... Duchess, don't you think he'd better beat it before Gavegan and his loving friends take a tumble to his presence and mess up the neighborhood?" "Yes," said the Duchess. "Good-night, Larry." "Good-night," said he.
Barlow had done some routine thinking: if Larry Brainard knew Dick Sherwood was the sucker, then watching Dick Sherwood might possibly reveal the whereabouts of Larry Brainard. Barlow had passed this tip along to Gavegan. Gavegan had grumbled to himself that it was only a thousand to one shot; but luck had been with him, and his long shot had won.
"Sorry to refuse you again, Miss. But he's a dangerous man got away once before. My orders is to take no risks that'll give him another chance for a get-away." Miss Sherwood turned to Larry. "I'll go into town with you, and so will Mr. Hunt. I'll see that you get bail and a good lawyer." "Thank you, Miss Sherwood," Larry said. "Gavegan, I guess we're ready to start." "Not just yet, Brainard.
Gavegan if that is your name you will please take those foolish things off Mr. Brainard's wrists." Gavegan had been cheated out of creating a sensation. That discomfiture perhaps made him even more dogged than he was by nature. "Sorry, Miss, but he's charged with having committed a crime and is a fugitive from justice, and I can't." "I'll be his security. Take them off."
Gavegan choked out an apology, whereat Hunt flung him from him. The detective, glowering at the other, pulled aside curtains, peered into corners; then made furious and fruitless search of the rooms below, bringing up at last at Maggie's door, which the Duchess had slipped ahead of him and locked.
Beside him stood Detective Casey, whom he had last seen on the night of his wild flight when Casey had feigned a knockout in order to aid Larry's escape from Gavegan. Any other man affiliated with his enemies Larry would have struck down and tried to break away from. But not Casey. "Hello, Casey. Well, I suppose you're going to invite me to go along with you?" "Where were you going?"
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