Henry nodded. “The Missing People’s Bureau has been taken over by a guy named Goldburg. He’s in Grantham’s pocket. No one does anything about the girls. They just write up particulars and that’s all. The increase in missing girls is up forty per cent. They’re gettin’ girls in from outside too. The guys I’ve met who’ve been to the houses tell me that every week there’s a new set of girls. They’re drilled in every form of vice imaginable.”
Jay rubbed his hands. “I’m goin’ after this racket, Chief,” he said. “I’ll smash it or bust.”
Henry looked worried. “It’s too big for you,” he said. “These guys are makin’ dough now. They’re dangerous.”
“If I can find out anythin’ to prove it I’ll turn the whole thing over to the F.B.I.,” Jay said. “I ain’t tacklin’
them single−handed.”
“What the hell do you think the F.B.I. are doin’ now?” Henry snapped. “They’re just waitin’ to pounce. This guy is so smart they can’t move yet. If they catch him in the Mann Act they can move. But no one knows how he gets his girls across the State line.”
Jay got up. “Well, I’m free. I’ve got nothin’ to do. So I may as well look this over. If I can tie Poison up to this I’ll do it.”
Henry reached out his hand. “Good luck,” he said. “If I’d the guts I’d get out of this game myself. I’m too old now to look for anything else.”
Jay shook hands with him. “Leave it to me,” he said. “If I want any help I’ll come and see you.”
Henry smiled crookedly. “After today, Jay,” he said, “you and I’ve got to take different roads. Poison will make me go after you.”