I suppose you've got some kind of
law, with a stiff punishment attached, about conspiracy against an
officer."
"Well--give me all the dope, and tell me where I'm to come," he
yielded ungraciously.
"I've told you all I am going to tell. All the important 'dope' you'll
get first-hand by being present when the thing happens. The place to
come is the Hotel Grantham--room eleven-forty-two--at eight-thirty
sharp."
To this Barlow grudgingly agreed. He might have exulted inwardly, but
he would have shown no outer graciousness if a committee of citizens
had handed him a reward of a million dollars and an engrossed
testimonial to his unprecedented services. Barlow did not know how to
thank any one.
Five minutes after she left Headquarters Maggie was in the back room
of the Duchess's pawnshop, which her rapid planning had fixed upon as
the next station at which she should stop. She did not waste a moment
in coming to the point with the Duchess.
"Red Hannigan is really the most important of Larry's old friends who
are out to get him, isn't he?" she asked.
"Yes--in a way. I mean among those who honestly think Larry has turned
stool and squealer. He trusted Larry more than any one else--and now
he hates Larry more than any one else. Rather natural, since he was
two months in the Tombs before he could get bail--because he thinks
Larry squealed on him.
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