"
Barlow was prompt to speak, and the sudden change in his voice would
have been amazing to those who do not know how the little great men of
the Police Department, and other little great men, can alter their
tones. He had recognized Miss Sherwood at once, as would any one else
at all acquainted with influential New York.
"Miss Sherwood, I believe," he said, essaying a slight bow.
"Yes. Though I fear I have not the pleasure of knowing you."
"Deputy Barlow, head of the Detective Bureau of the Police
Department," he informed her. "Entirely at your service."
"Just what is going on here?" she queried. "I know a part of what has
happened"--she was addressing herself particularly to Maggie and
Larry--"for Dick telephoned me about seven, and I came right into
town. He told me everything he knew--which threw a different light on
a lot of events--and Dick telephoned at about nine that I was coming
over. But something more seems to have happened."
"Miss Sherwood, it's like--" began Barlow.
"Just a second, Chief," Larry interrupted. Larry knew what a
sensational story this would be as it had developed--and he knew in
advance just how it would be seized upon and played up by the
newspapers. And Larry did not want unpleasant publicity for his
friends (three in that room were trying to make a fresh start in
life), nor for those who had been his friends.
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