And yours, too, Jimmie Carlisle. And I'm going to run the pair
of you in."
This was too much for Barney Palmer. Even though he knew that his
position as a stool, who was known to be a stool, was without hope
whatever, he went utterly to pieces.
"For God's sake, Chief," he burst out frantically, "you're not going
to treat me like that! You could get me out of this easy! Think of all
I've done for you! For God's sake, Chief--for God's sake--"
"Shut up!" ordered Barlow, doubling a big fist.
Chokingly Barney obeyed. Old Jimmie, coward though he was, and lacking
entirely Barney's quality of a bravo, had accepted the situation with
the twitching calm of one to whom the worst has often happened. "Shut
up," repeated Barlow, "and get it fixed in your beans that I'm going
to run you two in."
"Run them in because of this Sherwood affair?" asked Larry.
"Surest thing you know. I've got all the evidence I seed."
"But--" Larry was beginning protestingly, when the doorbell rang
again. Maggie opened the door, and there entered Miss Sherwood, with
Hunt just behind her, and Dick just behind him, and Casey and Gavegan
following these three. All in the room were surprised at this invasion
with the sole exception of Joe Ellison.
"When Mr. Dick spoke over the 'phone about your coming," he said to
Miss Sherwood, "I asked you not to do it.
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