"You're wasting good time asking these questions. Barney, do you
realize the cold fact that it's not a good thing for you, nor for us,
for Larry Brainard to be back in New York, floating around as he
pleases?"
"I should say not!" Barney saw he was facing a sudden crisis, and in
the need for quick action he spoke without thought of Maggie. "We've
got to look after him at once!"
"Tell the bunch he's back, and let them take care of him?" suggested
Old Jimmie.
Barney considered rapidly. If Larry knew of his arrangement with the
police, then perhaps his secret was beginning to leak through to
others. He decided that for the present it would be wiser to keep from
these old friends and allies.
"Not the bunch--the police!" he said inspiredly. "They're after him,
anyhow, and are sore. All we've got to do is slip them word--they'll
do the rest!" And then with the sharper emphasis of an immediate plan:
"We don't want to lose a minute. I know where Gavegan hangs out at
this time of night. Come on!"
With a bare "Good-night" to Maggie the two men hurried forth on their
pressing mission. Left to herself, Maggie sank into a chair and wildly
considered the many elements of this new situation. Presently two
thoughts emerged to dominance: Whether Larry was right or wrong, he
had risked coming out of his safety for her sake--perhaps had risked
all he had won for her sake.
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