"
"Go to it, Casey."
"First, I've got a hunch that it was Barney Palmer who tipped off the
police about Red Hannigan and Jack Rosenfeldt, and then spread it
among all the crooks that you were the stool and squealer."
"Yes, I'd guessed that much."
"Second, I've got a hunch that it really was from Barney Palmer that
Barlow got his idea of making you become a stool-pigeon. Barney is a
smooth one all right, and he figured what would happen. He knew you
would refuse, and he knew Barlow would uncork hell beneath you. Barney
certainly called every turn."
"What--what--" stammered Larry. "Why, then Barney must be--" He
paused, utterly astounded by the newness of the possibility that had
just risen in his mind.
"You've got it, Larry," Casey went on. "Barney is a police stool. Has
been one for years. Works directly for Barlow. We're not supposed to
know anything about it. He's turned up a lot of big ones. That's why
it's safe for Barney to pull off anything he likes."
"Barney a police stool!" Larry repeated in the stupor of his
amazement.
"Guess that's all the news I wanted to hand you, Larry, so I'll be on
my way. Here's wishing you luck--and for God's sake, don't let
yourself be pinched by us. So-long." And with that Casey slipped out
of the hallway.
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