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"That's what!" asserted Whitey Mack bluntly. "You heard me! That's what I said! I know who the Gray Seal is and I'm the only guy that's wise to him. Am I letting you in right?" "You're sure?" demanded Lannigan hoarsely. "You're sure? Who is he, then?" There was a half laugh, half snarl from Whitey Mack. "Oh, no, you don't!" he growled. "Nix on that! What do you take me for a fool?
Lannigan and Whitey Mack would be together the odds would be two to one against him and he had no quarrel with Lannigan somehow he must let Lannigan out of it. The other side of the street was less crowded. He crossed over, and, still with the shuffling tread that dozens around him knew as the characteristic gait of Larry the Bat, but covering the ground with amazing celerity, he hurried along.
If he could get Whitey Mack before the other was ready to tell Lannigan! Surely he had the right of self-preservation! Surely his life was as valuable as Whitey Mack's, as valuable as a man's who, as those in the secrets of the underworld knew well enough, had blood upon his hands, who lived by crime, who was a menace to the community!
When Lannigan had driven the truck for three years, and had been cronies with Silver for nearly five, it was his habit to say, wonderingly: "He beats me, Old Silver does. I git onto some new wrinkle of his every day. No; 'taint no sorter use to tell his tricks; you wouldn't believe, nor would I an' I hadn't seen with me two eyes." In the way of mischief Silver was a star performer.
And worth the risk, too, considering the howl that would go up at the theft of those stones, and that, known as the slickest diamond thief in the country, he would be the first to be suspected except that the police themselves, in the person of Inspector Lannigan of headquarters, would be prepared to prove a perfectly good alibi for him."
It seemed to ring through the nerve-racking stillness like the shriek of a hurtling shell and it was only a whisper. "Watch yourself, Lannigan," whispered Whitey Mack. "He's coming now through the yard! Don't move till I start something. Let him get his paws on the sparklers." Silence again. And then a low rasping at the window, like the gnawing of a rat; then, inch by inch, the sash was lifted.
And he'd have got away with it, too, as far as you were concerned. He had only to fire that shot, smash the window, tuck his false beard, mustache, and peaked cap into his pocket, put on his own hat that you see there on the floor and yell that the man had escaped. He'd help you chase the thief, too! Rather neat, don't you think, Lannigan?
You beat it out of here and round him up eh while I suck my thumbs? Say, forget it! Do you think I'm doing this because I love you? Why, blame you, you've been aching for a year to put the bracelets on me yourself! Say, wake up! I'm in on this myself." Again that silence. Then Lannigan spoke slowly, in a puzzled way. "I don't get you, Whitey," he said. "What do you mean?"
Jimmie Dale strolled leisurely down one side, crossed the street at the end of the block, and strolled leisurely back on the other side there was no sign of either Burton or Lannigan. Jimmie Dale, smiling a little grimly, retraced his steps again, and turned deliberately into a doorway whose number he had noted as he had passed a moment or so before. So, after all, there was time yet!
I'm busting the game wide open for you to play, but you throw me down, and" his voice sank into a sullen snarl again "you can take it from me, I'll get you for it!" "All right," responded Lannigan soberly. "Let's hear it. If I agree to it, I'll stick to it." "I believe you," said Whitey Mack curtly. "That's why I picked you out for the medal they'll pin on you for this.
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