The prisoners had been
given the customary opportunity to telephone to friends, but
strangely enough did not avail themselves of it.
"We're cutting down the ranks of the enemy, Cleary," observed the
detective as he lit a cigarette. "But I wonder who it was that
escaped in the water?"
"He'll be next in the net. But say, Mr. Shirley, what percentage
do you get for all this work, I'm awondering?" was the answering
query. The criminologist laughed.
"Thanks, my dear man, simply thanks. That's a rare thing for a
well-to-do man to get since the I.W.W. proved to the world that
it's a crime for a man to own more than ten dollars, or even to
earn it! But I wish you would drop me off about half a block
from the Somerset Apartments, on Fifty-sixth Street. I want to
watch for a late arrival."
He waited in the shadows of the houses on the opposite side of
the street. After half an hour he was rewarded by the sight of
Mr. Shine Taylor dismounting from a taxicab. The young gentleman
wore a heavy overcoat over a bedraggled suit.
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