“How do you account for the ring found on him?”
“I don’t—yet.”
“What’s your theory?”
“Haven’t any. But ten ‘second-story’ cases in three months in one district winding4 up with a $10,000 job is against all form.”
“Dig into it then. Here, see who this is as you go out. May be about the suspect. Same name.”
He handed Lanagan a visitor’s card. Scrawled5 across it in a nervous hand was: “Jennie Ward. Important.”
In the ante-room a girl with a crutch6 arose to[Pg 236] meet him, but he motioned her back to her seat. She had the pinched face and the wistful sadness of those condemned7 to life but half-whole. It was evident before she spoke8 a dozen words that she came as so many others come to the newspaper ante-room: in futile9, uncomprehending protest at the entire system of News.
It was her brother, Jimmy, who was under arrest, and she said he was innocent. Jimmy told her he found the ring, therefore he did find it, because Jimmy never told her a lie. She did not see why papers should print such things, even if he had been arrested, and why they did not try to prove a boy innocent rather than aid the police in trying to prove him guilty.
Lanagan listened patiently at first, with an occasional question; and then he listened with a deepening interest as the girl’s fervour grew.
“It is only the rich whose wrongs you right!” she exclaimed at last passionately11. “What rights have we poor? I cannot afford even a lawyer. Mamma does washing. She is old and timid, and she was afraid to come to the papers. I mostly educated myself, sir; I had to. I have learned the piano at the Sunday school. I have a little class of pupils there. The teacher helps me get them. I just teach the first lessons, you know. I make $4.25 a week. Mamma makes about $7 when she is not sick. Jimmy has been making $8, with a raise to $9.50 coming the first. So you see we manage to[Pg 237] make out, all of us together, and send my three little brothers to school.
“And now—now—all the people on the street are talking about us and my little brothers won’t go to school—the others call them names—everyone saw Jimmy’s picture in your paper to-day—
“Won’t you please help us? We haven’t any men folks to fight for us now with Jimmy locked up. Please, sir, help us get Jimmy out!
“I went to police headquarters and waited hours and hours to see Jimmy—and then—and then finally the detectives—they took me and said I would see Jimmy—but they took me to a room and shut the door—and they swore at me—
“They said I—better tell everything or go to—jail—why—why they talked like I—knew about the robbery and they were—going—to arrest—me—”
She fainted; just drooped12 quietly back into the chair, wearily, hopelessly, woefully, without so much as a sigh. Lanagan breathed quickly as he ministered to her.
“Poor little sis!” he said, softly. “Plucky little mother of the tenements14! Taking a full-grown man’s place! But what a handicap!”
Her eyes opened. “Oh,” she fluttered, her thin, sensitive lips quivering in apology, “I fainted, didn’t I? How queer. I never fainted before. I cannot afford to give way like that. Sometimes, though! Oh, sometimes I wish I could! I wanted to in front[Pg 238] of the detectives—my brain whirled and whirled and whirled with fire like pinwheels but I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction!” Her slight hands with their long fingers clenched15; her eyes sparkled. “Harrigan. That is his name. He was the worst. The brute16! oh, if I were a man! I would kill him for what he said to me!”
“Never mind Harrigan. Leave him to me,” said Lanagan. “You are only exciting yourself. Go home now and try not to worry. We are going to look into your brother’s case.”
“Thank you,” she said, with shining eyes. There were at no time any tears. She had been trained in a life where tears are inadequate17.
Lanagan watched her as she hobbled on her one crutch down the hall to the elevator, her useless limb swinging loosely. She was a pathetic little figure, with her man’s brain, her grown woman’s pride, and her little misshapen body; a fourteen year old girl, wearing “long clothes” in grim earnest. A quick pang18 shot through him; cripples always saddened him. They have infinitely19 so much less than the meanest wastrel20 who has health.
“The judgment21 of a cold-blooded detective against the judgment of a loyal sister,” mused22 Lanagan. “Which is it?”
An hour’s study at police headquarters of the reports on all ten of the burglaries established in Lanagan’s mind one settled conviction: they were all committed by the same author, and whoever it[Pg 239] was—whether an individual or a gang—had first become reasonably familiar with the interior arrangements of the houses entered, and with the daily routine of the households.
In the Robbins case, for instance, from the time the last member of the household left the bedroom, or second floor, to go down to the dining-room on the first floor for dinner, until a member of the household returning upstairs found the evidences of the burglary, only twenty-five minutes had passed; and yet in that time the thief or thieves had entered the house and had left it after cleanly ransacking23 three bedrooms. An open bathroom window and the drain pipe to the ground gave mute evidence of the burglar’s route.
In all of the cases only precious stones were taken: nothing monogrammed was touched, nor watches, silverware, trinkets or bric-à-brac. But this was of no particular consequence. The average expert thief prefers the precious stones. Removed from their settings they are difficult to identify and easy to negotiate.
“Professional work, all of it,” muttered Lanagan, arguing to himself. “But what about that message?”
The extraordinary boldness that had marked all the crimes culminated24 in the Robbins case when a man, with smoked glasses, heavy moustache, soft hat pulled down and ulster turned up, gave a small boy ten cents to carry an envelope to the Robbins[Pg 240] home, but a block from where the man stood. Enclosed in the message, which offered to return the jewelry25 for $5,000 cash, was a brooch that had been among the articles stolen. It was sent as proof that the offer was genuine. The message said the police were not to be notified. If the family desired to negotiate, they were to send the boy back with the single word, “Yes,” and they would be communicated with later.
In the excitement of receiving the message under such singular circumstances a member of the family, forgetting or disregarding the caution, telephoned the police, holding the boy in the house. The police misunderstood the call, and a patrol wagon26 load of reserves clattered27 up to the door within ten minutes, under the impression murder was being done.
Naturally, the man on the corner had ample time to escape. No further offers to negotiate came to the family. On the second day the police placed under arrest the Ward boy. He was employed as a helper with the Phoenix28 Vacuum Cleaning Company, which had been engaged a few days before at the Robbins home.
“And at the start he made a bad case, superficially, by his contradictions,” reflected Lanagan, reviewing the case.
In their investigations29 the detectives, examining the two men and the helper, Jimmie Ward, who had operated the cleaning apparatus30 at the Robbins[Pg 241] house, learned that the boy had been noticed that morning examining a diamond ring. Asked where he got it, he had replied he found it on the floor of the washroom at the establishment. No one claimed the ring. The matter was called to the attention of Cutting, the proprietor31 and manager of the company, but he knew of no customer having reported such a loss.
The detectives—Harrigan and Thomas—took the boy to headquarters for further questioning, and he had there said he found the ring on the sidewalk. On that contradiction he was placed under arrest and locked up in detinue.
Further, the police regarded as damaging the fact that a robbery a week previous had been committed in the same neighbourhood in a home where the cleaning apparatus had been engaged, the Ward boy serving as the helper in that house also. He had worked with a different crew of men than had been on the Robbins house, and this fact, in the police theory, eliminated the remaining employees of the company as it was highly improbable that they were all in a “second story” ring. They redoubled their efforts to find the supposed connections of Ward on the theory that he operated with an outside gang.
“‘Jimmy said he found the ring and if he said he found it he did find it,’” said Lanagan, repeating the sister’s earnest declaration. “Well, for her sake—I hope he did.”
Hour after hour Lanagan, tirelessly, kept at his[Pg 242] rounds, visiting in turn each of the ten homes in the western addition that had been robbed during the last three months.
Long before he reached the Robbins home, the last of the ten, he had formed his startling theory. In nine of the cases he had discovered that which he set out in search of: a constant condition present in them all. There was just one question that he wanted to ask at the Robbins home.
He found the home in a flurry of excitement. Police headquarters had rung up and asked that a member of the household come at once to the detective bureau to identify if possible a bracelet32 that it was believed had been among the stolen articles and that had been recovered.
Lanagan, arriving just as the senior Robbins was leaving in his automobile33, was invited to accompany him. He did so; but first he had asked and had had answered the one question he came to ask.
In the office of O’Rourke, night captain of detectives, they found O’Rourke, Harrigan and Thomas grouped around a woman, huddled34 down on a chair. Lanagan caught a low sob35, a helpless, forlorn, frightened sob, that sent a curious sensation of nausea36 through him. He stepped quickly forward to gaze down upon the misery-racked form of the cripple, Jennie Ward.
“I don’t know anything! Oh, I don’t know anything!” she wailed37. “I found it on the door step!”
O’Rourke had turned as they entered. He[Pg 243] stepped to his own desk, holding the bracelet toward Robbins.
“That is my daughter’s bracelet, sir,” Robbins said. “It was my Christmas present to her.”
Harrigan, listening, nodded in satisfaction.
“I knew it,” he said. “I guess we had better throw the little gutter38 snipe in, cap; a little pressure now and she’s bound to squeal39.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” Sobs40 were shuddering41 from the girl.
“Squeal! You damned clodhopper! Give her a bullet and kill her now if you are trying to! You don’t throw her in!”
It was Lanagan. He had whirled from the huddled form to send the words cutting through the air at Harrigan like a whiplash. The girl flung up a white face in a swift look of wild hope.
“I don’t know anything, Mr. Lanagan! Don’t let them put me in jail!”
She threw herself from her chair in an attempt to clasp his arm but her withered43 and shrunken limb crumpled44 under her and she sank to the floor with a sharp cry of pain. Lanagan leaned and lifted her to the chair.
Harrigan had an ugly look as he measured the distance from himself to Lanagan.
“Yes, Harrigan; you rotten thief. Clodhopper is too mild for you!”
“You bum46,” said Harrigan, with deadly levelness. “You drunken bum.”
[Pg 244]Lanagan’s leap was catlike. It took all the mighty47 O’Rourke’s strength to tear his fingers free. Lanagan was not a Queensbury fighter when tackling two hundred pounds of policeman. O’Rourke had Harrigan by the arms. Thomas had Lanagan. For a second or two there was not a sound but the panting of grappling men. Then discipline told. Harrigan’s arms relaxed.
“You are relieved from duty, Officer Harrigan,” said O’Rourke. “Until I lay the matter of your insubordination before the Chief.”
The detective turned on his heel and walked from the room, stopping at the door. “I’ll get you, Lanagan,” he said. Lanagan ignored him.
“Now, Jack48,” said O’Rourke, grimly, as Thomas freed the reporter. “Why won’t we throw this girl in?”
“Because,” said Lanagan, still breathing heavily, “she is innocent.”
“How do you know?”
“I know. That is enough. If you won’t take my word ring up the Chief and he will.”
O’Rourke knew the close friendship between Lanagan and Chief Leslie and the confidence the chief had in his judgment. He gazed doubtfully at the girl and then at Robbins. Secretly, he respected Lanagan also and he was impressed by Lanagan’s assurance.
“We aren’t justified49 in holding the girl,” he said[Pg 245] to Robbins. Then to Lanagan: “All right. You win.”
But as Lanagan left the room with the girl to send her home in the police automobile, O’Rourke had an afterthought. He turned to Thomas.
“We might just as well cover up. Watch the house to-night. There’s something queer about this whole business that I don’t get yet.”
“Whatever happens keep calm until I see you again,” was Lanagan’s last counsel to the girl. Through the scene in O’Rourke’s office she had kept crouched50 down in her chair, watching with wide eyes; save for one quickly shrilled51: “Give it to him!” as Lanagan’s sinewy52 fingers twined around Harrigan’s throat.
“It was terrible of me to say that, wasn’t it?” she asked. “But I couldn’t help it! He is a bad man! I feel it!”
“He’s what we call a ‘wrong’ detective,” said Lanagan, drily. “Don’t think about him any more.”
“Let me have Norton,” he said, some moments later to Sampson, and to me he said:
“I want you to cover 211 Clementina Street. Don’t bother anybody. Just see who goes in or out or hangs around there. I’ll pick you up later down there. Wait for me no matter what happens.”
He jumped into a taxicab at the curbing53 and whirled away out Market Street. I hastened to my[Pg 246] station, in that gloomy, narrow street of rookeries. Almost opposite 211 was a deep doorway54. I flattened55 back in the shadows, trusting to luck that the occupants were all in bed and that no one would walk up on me. I was not bothered. An hour passed and another. I heard someone come out of a house a few doors above me and saunter down the street toward me. I huddled back. The figure passed within six feet of me. By the dim rays of the gas lamp on the corner, throwing its feeble area of light a dozen yards, I recognised Detective Thomas.
He slipped into the side door of the corner saloon. “Off his job, whatever it is,” I said to myself. “Something should happen now. It usually does in such cases.”
It did. Noiselessly on the opposite sidewalk passed a figure in a heavy black overcoat with a high collar turned up around the ears and a soft hat pulled down. In front of 211 the figure stopped for a fraction of a second, it may have been to look for something that had been dropped; but it appeared to me to fumble56 an instant by the steps. The figure then passed rapidly on.
Thomas, a fresh cigar between his teeth, sauntered back to his post. The figure that had stopped at 211 had disappeared around the corner at Seventh Street. Thomas had certainly missed the episode entirely57.
There was a long interval58. The door at 211[Pg 247] opened, slowly. A girl came out, finally; a girl with a crutch. She came down the three steps, looked up and down and across the street, and suddenly dropped down and I could see that she was rummaging59 in the space under the stairs.
Stepping easily, I saw Thomas, his cigar still puffing60 leisurely61, cross the street. He was almost beside the girl before she saw him. There came a faint cry of alarm, quickly smothered62, as she straightened up, her back to the house. I walked quickly to them in time to hear Thomas’s voice:
“Well, miss, find any presents? Little late for Santa Claus, isn’t it? But let’s see. Let’s just see what you were looking for under those stairs.”
He dropped to his knees, threw his pocket flash about, and arose, a small package wrapped in a newspaper in his hand. The girl was staring with startled, wide eyes. She was breathing quickly, her thin bosom63 rising and falling. Thomas wheeled on me, was about to snap at me, thought better of it, and remarked:
“Oh, well, you’re dropped to me. I might as well let you in.”
He tore off the paper wrapping from the package and in the flash of his pocket light I saw the glitter of a pair of diamond ear drops.
“Do you make them?” he asked, triumphantly64. I nodded. The jewels unquestionably answered the description of those stolen from the Robbins home. It came to me like a physical blow, the shock that[Pg 248] such a frail65, broken bit of humanity as the little back alley66 waif before me was entangled67 in a thieves’ gang. I knew she was the suspect’s sister. She still held her defiant68 place against the house.
“I guess this time, young lady, you will go in,” said Thomas, tersely69. “Do you want anything from the house? Got any thing to say? You are going to jail.”
She began to tremble violently, but her lips were still compressed.
“No,” she managed to say at last. “No! I was watching! I know now! I know! But I will not talk to you! Please don’t waken my mamma or my little brothers—let us go—now—if I must.” She started to hobble away in feverish70 haste, shaken with sobs that she would not permit to escape her lips. Seldom have I been affected71 with such a sense of sadness as came over me then: all of the tragedy that would have been in the situation with even a whole girl under such circumstances was doubled by her condition.
“Got her dead to rights that time,” chuckled72 Thomas to me. “She’ll spill now sure. The rest of the stuff must be cached around here somewhere.”
“You think there is no question about the Ward boy?” I asked.
“Not the slightest. And she is in and is covering up. They’re all crooked73, these back alley rats. There’s more in the gang, of course. That stuff was put there, I suppose, to-night, for her to[Pg 249] ‘shove.’ Probably she peddles74 it. You never can tell how these gangs operate.”
I glanced again at the pitiable little misshapen thing dragged away from her home to a cell and an iron bed at the city prison and I couldn’t trust myself to reply to Thomas.
By a curious change that is gradually making me less valuable as a newspaper man the older I become in the business, I find myself unconsciously taking sides against my paper with fellow beings whose frailties75 or sorrows make them grist for the newspaper mill. I felt so toward this poor girl now, a victim of congenital influence in all likelihood; obviously a product of the malnutrition76 of the under classes.
Thomas took his prisoner away in a taxi and I hurried to a telephone and gave the story to Sampson in that fashion. I then hastened back to Clementina Street, where to my great relief, I was picked up by Lanagan within a few moments.
I related everything to him. When I had finished his eyes shone more brightly than the gas jet over our heads. Never had I beheld77 him so far from the composure for which he was noted78. For a minute or two he anathematised O’Rourke by all the carded oaths and a few that he invented.
“Back, back in jail, is she! So, O’Rourke couldn’t take my word! We’ll see, oh, we’ll see! Wait.”
He ran up the steps to 211. After a long period,[Pg 250] the door opened. It was the mother. Briefly79 Lanagan explained what had happened. The poor old toothless soul was about past being shocked further. But quickly Lanagan, in that compelling way of his, calmed her fears. He promised that she would have her son and daughter back—before daylight.
Before daylight! It fairly took my breath away.
“What is it, Jack? Give me a line,” I demanded in excitement. “Heavens, man, it’s quarter to two! How are you going to get a story in the paper to-night now? You’ll only break it for all the papers.”
Lanagan stopped short in his rapid walk and laid his hand on my shoulders.
“I’ve been in this game fifteen years, Norrie,” he said, with a solemnity new in him. “Let me tell you something, and I say it who have the right: there comes a time just once every so often when a newspaper man puts humanity above his paper. Remember that. You are betraying no trust with your paper when you do; you are betraying your trust with yourself, with your fellow man, and with your conscience when you do not. This is one of them.”
That was all. But many times in the years that have whirled by since then and since that strange, marvellous man passed out of the newspaper life of the west, have those words come back out of the dark of a back alley, to guide me.
He was not working for an “exclusive” now; he was working to free a mite80 of a cripple girl and her[Pg 251] stunned81 and misused82 brother from the inner tier of cells at the city prison.
He said no more. At Market Street he flung open a taxicab door and we jumped in. He called an address to the driver. It was Chief Leslie’s home. We were there within fifteen minutes. Lanagan held his finger on the button until the door swung open and the Chief himself appeared, wrapped in a lounging robe, his hair tousled, his beard rumpled45, but his grey eyes wide and alert. Lanagan brushed in and I after him. He sat the Chief down on a settee and for ten minutes he hammered away. At last Leslie’s fist banged the settee arm.
“By the Lord Harry83, you’re right! And I want to flash that bird again! It all comes back to me now; I couldn’t make out the other day where I had seen him before. Little stouter84, but same man or I’ll cut my throat!”
He took the stairs to the next floor three at a time. Within five minutes he was back, fully13 dressed.
“Got your machine out here yet?”
“Yes,” said Lanagan. “But don’t forget the Wards85.”
Leslie stepped to the telephone stand and to his private line to headquarters.
“Prison,” he said, shortly. “Prison? Give me the matron. Mrs. Conness? Take that Ward girl into your room and give her the best you have until[Pg 252] I get down. Give me Andrews. Sergeant86 Andrews? Take that Ward boy to the matron’s room and give him the best you have until I get down there.” He hung up the receiver. “Come on. We’ll pick up Brady. He lives just around the corner. We better get Maloney, too; he’s not far away. If this is the bird I think it is, we’ll take no chances. Known as the ‘Swallow.’ Two timer, Moyomemsing prison. Porch climber. Came out here about fifteen years ago and reported on, saying he wanted a chance to make good. We kept track of him for a couple of years. He was clerking and doing the right thing. Then we lost him.”
“I didn’t identify him that closely,” said Lanagan. “But he’s the man who did this trick and the other nine.”
Within twenty-five minutes Brady and Maloney were crowded into the machine with us. Lanagan gave a direction. At Pacific Avenue and Octavia Street we stopped, in the heart of the fashionable western addition. With Lanagan and Leslie in the lead, Brady and I next and Maloney bringing up the rear, we straggled along for several blocks.
At Washington and Buchanan Streets the Chief and Lanagan had stepped back and signalled us. We closed up. From the middle of the block on Washington Street came the sound of a taxicab starting. Leslie looked around the corner as the machine came towards us, and stepped to the street, flashing his shield. The machine stopped. The[Pg 253] door opened. A head appeared. A familiar voice came.
“Hello, Chief! What’s up?”
Detective Harrigan stepped out.
“You’re up,” said Leslie, with a bitter oath. “You are under arrest. Brady, search the prisoner.”
Quick as a knife blade springs back Harrigan’s hand went to his hip42; but as quick as he was, Leslie was quicker. There was a click, click and Harrigan stood before his superior officer and his brother detectives, manacled. With practised fingers Brady was running through his clothes. He passed over Harrigan’s revolver, handcuffs and billy. He brought forth87 a leather wallet. Leslie tore it open. It held an assortment88 of jewelry, jumbled89 together.
“So!” he said, his voice shaking with rage, “you knew it was the Swallow, did you? And you have been shaking him down for half the loot? Well, Officer Harrigan, you and the Swallow will be splitting cobble stones inside of a month. You dirty, rotten, gutter scut! You were framing to send two little kids to prison, were you? I wish I had let you pull that gun! We’d have saved the county the expense of a trial!”
He tore Harrigan’s coat back and ripped his star from his breast. He ground it under his heel until the number it held was obliterated90, and then he hurled91 it spinning into the air and over the corner house. It landed faintly on a distant roof.
[Pg 254]Harrigan noticed Lanagan for the first time and sprang for him, raising his manacled hands. But Leslie stopped him with a drive to the jaw92 that sent him staggering back against the machine.
“Take him in, Maloney,” ordered the Chief. “I’ve seen enough of him. We’ll get along without you now.”
Harrigan said not a word. He stumbled into the machine, Maloney following. It drove away.
“Jack Lanagan,” said Leslie, “I wish you were on my staff. You could have O’Rourke’s job to-night.”
“Thanks, Chief, I’ll be satisfied if you send O’Rourke to the fog belt,” replied Lanagan, sardonically93. “Put a man like Royan in his place and you’ll have the kind of head the bureau needs.”
“Royan goes,” said the Chief. “You’re entitled to something on this night’s work.”
“We’ve got to hurry. Our man may have noticed that taxi incident.”
“I don’t think so. Harrigan came out of the house.” We walked up the street. “Take the rear, Brady,” said Leslie, and the detective stepped quietly down the cement path at the side of a fairly pretentious94 home. Leslie, Lanagan and I tiptoed up the front steps. We stood to one side, while Lanagan took the door. He rang twice. Footsteps came. It was evident Harrigan’s host had not yet retired95.
“That you, Harrigan?” the voice came from[Pg 255] inside before the door opened. Lanagan mumbled96 a yes. The door swung back and Donald Cutting, Esq., proprietor and general manager of the Ph?nix Vacuum Cleaning Company stood staring at Lanagan from the brilliantly lighted hallway. For an instant he was speechless. Then he shouted:
“Well, what the devil do you want around here at this hour of the morning? What gets into you reporters, anyhow? Has a citizen got any rights in his own home at all?”
“There aren’t many that you have.” It was Leslie. He had swung to the door directly before Cutting.
His revolver was at Cutting’s waist.
“Just keep your hands a little higher, Cutting: you’re pretty nifty with those digits97 of yours. Now back in there, so we can all sit down and talk.”
Cutting stood an instant as though frozen, and then mechanically stepped back. We all walked in. The door was closed.
“‘Swallow,’” said the Chief, “you’re through. We’ve got Harrigan with the goods. Where’s the rest of the loot? I mean outside the Robbins stuff. We’ve got that located.”
Cutting’s head dropped to his hands. He sat in silence, bowed.
“Donald, what is it? Is there any trouble?” A woman’s voice came over the balustrade. He straightened up, as though an electric current had shot through him.
[Pg 256]“Nothing, Molly,” he said. “Just some old friends dropped in on me. I will be at liberty soon.”
“Your wife?” asked Leslie. “My wife,” replied Cutting.
In another moment she was sweeping98 from the broad stairway in a silken kimono, her hair flowing loosely, and stood before us.
Cutting looked directly at her, and in her eyes there was a light of questioning. “I must leave you, Molly,” he said. Still looking at him in that singular way, she asked: “For how long?”
“It is not in my power to say. These men are police officers. They knew me from the east. They want me to go down to the jail with them.”
“Will you be there long?”
“If I could help myself, I would not go at all.”
“Oh,” she said, with a nervous laugh. “I understand. Something possibly about that poor boy in your employ and that robbery.”
Lanagan’s black eyes were studying the woman intently; Leslie was watching Cutting. Both, I could see, were puzzled. Even I, with my duller perceptions, was sensible that there was some subtle undercurrent in this conversation; something cryptic99 that I could not solve.
“You will need your hat,” she said, and turned to the hat rack in the rear of the hall.
“It’s all right, Chief,” said Cutting, in an aside, arising, “you’ve got me. Please don’t make any scene before her.”
[Pg 257]She returned with the hat. He fumbled100 with it.
“Kiss me,” he said. She did so; left his arms, but came back to them, a gush101 of tears starting as she clung to him in a passionate10 embrace.
“Go,” he said, faintly, his voice breaking. She turned and stumbled for the stairs. A quick look flashed from Lanagan to the Chief.
“One minute, madam,” said Leslie, sternly. “You had better come along, too.”
“No!” cried Cutting. “Never, Chief, as you are a man! Never in a million years! She has never known of my work out here; she knew me before Moyomemsing; she stuck by me during it all; she married me and we came out here. She knows nothing; nothing. She may have suspected, but she knew nothing. The old call claimed me, going through those houses making estimates on cleaning; why, it’s a disease, that’s all, Chief! I got pressed for money. I undertook too much in my business. I couldn’t handle it. I had notes to meet. I just fell naturally back to the old easy way. That’s all. Just went back to it because that’s the way I was born, I suppose; crooked.”
“Humph. Where did you send the stuff?”
“East. Except the Robbins. Needed money bad, didn’t want to take a chance handling it here, so I tried the message. What Harrigan didn’t get is down at the office in the safe.”
“We suspected that,” said Leslie. “How long has Harrigan been cutting with you?”
[Pg 258]“Oh, well, don’t ask me that. Some time. He’s a wolf. I am a crook2, but he’s got me lashed102 to the mast. The kid stuff was none of mine. I did lose one ring at the office. The boy found it. He got scared and contradicted himself. Harrigan framed the other thing about the house.”
“I guess it’s pretty nearly an even break,” said Leslie. He stepped forward to put on the wrist nippers. As he did so Cutting raised his hat to his head; his hand, coming down, stopped for a fraction of a second at his lips.
“Better this,” he said, rapidly, backing away, “I couldn’t go back. I’m a pretty old man, you know.”
As though he had been shot through the heart he dropped in a heap. Lanagan leaped for him. The Chief bent103 over him. They arose together. Lanagan picked up the hat and turned back the sweat band. Inside was a little envelope, pasted to the felt. It was half filled with white powder.
“Cyanide,” said Lanagan.
Such was the passing of the Swallow.
Lanagan, in his search for similar conditions in the ten burglaries found but one: that Cutting had personally visited each house to make the estimates of cost. That fact, coupled with the ring found at his establishment, convinced Lanagan that he and he alone was the man. Cutting worked four machines, each with its separate crew, and no other[Pg 259] employee had worked in more than three out of the ten houses.
Anxious to keep track of Cutting after his theory began to impress him, he had learned that he was at the theatre. He had picked him up after the show, trailed him to a café, followed him in a taxicab as he took his wife home, and kept at his tail lights when he returned after one o’clock to discharge the machine and walk to a saloon well south of Market Street where he had met Harrigan. That was Lanagan’s first definite information that Harrigan and Cutting were involved.
Cutting and Harrigan had separated, Lanagan following Cutting to his establishment. He remained there some time, busied about his safe, and had then apparently104 gone directly home.
It was then that Lanagan picked me up.
Harrigan, of course, was the man who had passed through the alley. He then had gone on out to Cutting’s house, for a final distribution of the spoils, Cutting having evidently taken Harrigan’s share from the safe.
Late that same afternoon Lanagan sat in Leslie’s office with Robbins, who had just received his jewelry. Robbins drew out his check book.
“If you will permit me?” he said, to Lanagan. He had filled in “$250.” “How do you spell your name?”
[Pg 260]Lanagan laughed. “Make it out to the Adams Piano Company,” he said.
Robbins looked politely inquisitive105, but asked no questions. He wrote in the name. But Leslie was not so polite.
“What in the name of Sam Hill are you going to do with a piano?”
“Nothing, myself. I wouldn’t take it any more than I would take the money. You know that. But there is a girl I know who can use that piano and use it to very good advantage. And what’s more, she’s entitled to it.”
He picked up the check and carefully folded it, placing it in his pocket.
“I’m going over now and pick out the best piano the money will buy,” he said, “and I’m going to send it, with the compliments of Mr. Robbins, Chief Leslie and Jack Lanagan to a little home at 211 Clementina Street, Miss Ward is the name.”
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winding
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infinitely
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wastrel
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gutter
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hip
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jack
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crouched
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sinewy
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curbing
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doorway
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entirely
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puffing
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leisurely
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beheld
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briefly
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