“What does it mean?” Johnny asked at last.
“Mean?” Drew Lane pointed1 to the bars above and across the court. “It means that the fellows behind those bars (and we put some there, too) are going to have it soft compared with us.
“They got thirty days, maybe sixty. But when that’s over, they are free. But we—we have an indeterminate sentence.
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“Court duty!” He threw out his hands in a gesture of disgust. “Know what that means? It means that you stand all day with your back against the wall, keeping guard against disturbances2 that never come.
“You listen to well-dressed young men tell the judge that their well-dressed young wives will not try shop-lifting any more, if he’ll let them off.
“You see ten or twenty colored men brought in for shooting craps or drinking moonshine.
“And all the time the court room smells of garlic and sour beer.
“If you’re sent out at all it’s to bring in a witness who has forgotten to appear. And that takes about as much brains as a six-year-old child has, and not half as much courage.
“Oh, I know,” he ended bitterly. “Some one has to do it. But why Howe and me?”
“Why did he do it?” There was pain as well as disgust in Tom Howe’s voice.
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After that the moments ticked themselves away and not a single word was spoken.
Through Drew Lane’s mind many dark thoughts were passing. The Chief had thrown them down. That seemed certain. Why? He could form no answer.
The fact that they had made no report for three days was not the reason. He was sure of that. The same thing had happened many times before, and there had been no protest.
It had been generally understood that he and Tom Howe were to be free lance detectives for the city.
This freedom they had welcomed. And, happy in it, they had done their best to deserve it. They had studied the city and the ways of evil doers as a factory foreman studies his plant. They had familiarized themselves with hundreds of faces. They could actually call hundreds of pickpockets4, tin-horn gamblers, stick-up men and general hoodlums by name.
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Not that they were friendly with them. Quite the reverse. They were constantly on their heels. Making it hard for them to do wrong. Making it easy to do right? Yes, if any sincerely wished it. But how few ever did!
“Professional criminals.” How those words had been borne in upon them. What else would such “professionals” do but rob and steal?
“And now,” Drew said aloud, bitterly, “all the months we have spent in preparing ourselves for the great task of city detectives is lost!”
“Perhaps not,” Tom said hopefully. “The Chief may put us back after a week or two.”
“Not he!” Drew’s tone carried conviction. “Did you see that look on his face?”
“Yes,” sighed Tom. “But why?”
Yes, that was the question, why?
Dark forebodings took possession of Drew Lane’s mind once more. He knew full well the power of the forces of evil in this great city. There were millions of dollars at stake. A man such as the Chief, sitting in a place of high authority as he was, might be rich if he but turned his back upon the gambling5 houses and peddlers of poison labeled strong drink.
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Until now, Drew had admired and respected his Chief. Had the lure6 at last grown too strong for him? Had he fallen?
He knew the Chief’s great ambition. In a moment of relaxation7 he had taken the boy into his confidence.
“Drew, old son,” he had once said, “when I was a boy of sixteen I was not very strong. Like the great Roosevelt, I was sent west for my health. For one whole year I lived on the range. I came to love it.
“You know, the wild, free life. The cattle feeding. The sunset across the green of spring, the brown of summer. The tents, the roasting steaks. The wild, free out-of-doors.
“And, in winter, the big, roomy ranch8 house. Cards, dances, and all the good times. I want enough money to retire on a ranch like that. Who wouldn’t?”
“Yes,” Drew sighed, “Who wouldn’t? But the price!” He sighed again.
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“A professional criminal.”
“No, Johnny, you’re wrong.” Drew’s smile was sad. “No, Johnny. The meanest man is the one who turns traitor11 to the cause he has sworn to serve.
“Who is it that we remember with real hatred12 when we think of our American Revolution? Is it Cornwallis?
“He is not the man. Benedict Arnold, the traitor, is the man.”
“Yes,” Johnny agreed, “that’s right. But you don’t think—”
“Stop!” Drew Lane held up his hand for silence. “This is no time for thinking out loud. We must wait and see.”
“Waiting is not my long suit!” exclaimed Johnny, springing to his feet. “I am long on action. And why not? I am free. You have been free lances for the city. I am a free lance on my own. I can go where I please.”
“Yes,” agreed Tom Howe. “Until the long arm of the Powers of Evil reaches out and gathers you in.”
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“But until then,” Johnny went on, not one whit13 abashed14, “I shall do my utmost to solve these mysteries. Did Greasy15 Thumb and his gang rob the Air Mail? If so, what were they after? And did they get it?”
“And one thing more,” said Tom Howe with a smile of genuine admiration16. “What became of that Air Mail pilot?”
“That’s right,” agreed Johnny. “Looks like that is the first real problem. Find that man and perhaps secure a witness who can explain everything.”
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