Now get out!"
Barney got out, again protesting that he would not be found failing.
He was not greatly disturbed by what Barlow had said. Every so often
there had to be just such sessions, and every so often Barlow had to
let off just such steam.
Barney's errand was done. The police of the city were on Larry's trail
and his share in the matter was and would remain unknown. Thus far all
was well. He had no doubt of Larry's early capture, now that he was
back in New York, and now that the whole police force had been
promptly warned and were hotly after him, and now that all avenues of
exit would instantly be, in fact by this time were, under surveillance
and closed against him--and now that every refuge of the criminal
world was only a trap for him. No, there wasn't a doubt of Larry's
early capture. There couldn't be. And once Larry was locked up, things
would be much better. Barlow would see that Larry didn't talk
undesirable things, or at least that such talk was not heard. It
wasn't exactly pleasant or safe having Larry at large, free to blurt
out to the wrong persons those things about Barney's being a stool and
a squealer.
Greatly comforted, though eager for news of the chase, Barney started
on his evening's routine of visiting the gayer restaurants.
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