Brainard's
wrists."
Gavegan had been cheated out of creating a sensation. That
discomfiture perhaps made him even more dogged than he was by nature.
"Sorry, Miss, but he's charged with having committed a crime and is a
fugitive from justice, and I can't."
"I'll be his security. Take them off."
"Sorry to refuse you again, Miss. But he's a dangerous man--got away
once before. My orders is to take no risks that'll give him another
chance for a get-away."
Miss Sherwood turned to Larry. "I'll go into town with you, and so
will Mr. Hunt. I'll see that you get bail and a good lawyer."
"Thank you, Miss Sherwood," Larry said. "Gavegan, I guess we're ready
to start."
"Not just yet, Brainard. Sorry, Miss Sherwood, but we've got a search
warrant for your place. We just want to have a look at the room
Brainard used. No telling what kind of crooked stuff he's been up to.
And to make the search warrant O.K. I had it issued in this county and
brought along a county officer to serve it. Show it to the lady,
Smith."
"I have no desire to see it, Mr. Gavegan. I have more interest in
watching you while you go through my things." And giving Gavegan a
look which made an unaccustomed flush run up that officer's thick neck
and redden his square face, she led the way into Larry's study.
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