"
He quickly pushed Larry before him into the hallway, which was empty
since all the tenants were at their dinner. Larry remembered the scene
down in Deputy Police Commissioner Barlow's office, when the Chief of
Detectives had demanded that he become a stool-pigeon working under
Gavegan and Casey, and the grilling and the threats, more than
fulfilled, which had followed.
"Going to give me a little private quiz first, Casey," he asked, "and
then call in Gavegan and lead me down to Barlow?"
"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 know that I know you've been
framed and double-crossed, and that I won't run you in unless I can't
get out of it."
"Thanks, Casey. You're too white to have to run with people like
Barlow and Gavegan. But if it wasn't to pinch me, why did you stop me
out there in the street?"
"Been hoping I might some day run into you on the quiet. There are
some things I've learned--never mind how--that I wanted to slip you
for your own good.
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