"Do you care to give out anything, Chief, about the Flanagan job?" asked one of the reporters timidly.
"No," said Cleary bluntly.
"Have you any clue?"
Cleary thought a moment.
"We'll have the men to-morrow."
The reporters stepped eagerly forward.
"Any details, Chief?"
"I'd be likely to give 'em to you fellows to print, wouldn't I?" said Cleary sarcastically.
"But--"
"You heard what I said, didn't you? We'll have the men to-morrow. Roll that up in your cigarette and smoke it. See what I mean?"