"Then why not end the monkey work, as you call it?"
"How?"
"By doing what you say you can do!" was the Commissioner's retort.
"How 'm I going to hold down a chair and hunt a crook at the same time?"
"Then why hold down the chair? Let the chair take care of itself. It could be arranged, you know."
Blake had the stage-juggler's satisfaction of seeing things fall into his hands exactly as he had manoeuvered they should. His reluctance was merely a dissimulation, a stage wait for heightened dramatic effect.
"How 'd you do the arranging?" he calmly inquired.
"I could see the Mayor in the morning. There will be no Departmental difficulty."
"Then where 's the trouble?"
"There is none, if you are willing to go out."