“You didn’t hear all of it,” exclaimed the chief. “Did you hear what his friend, Paul Morrison, did?”
Jack nodded and wondered what Paul had been up to now. “What this fellow, Paul, did?” continued the chief. “He went with three men to take Harriman into custody. Well, this fellow put up a tough battle. To make a long story short, he came out of the rear of his store, barricaded himself and fired shot for shot. They might still be there shooting it out if it wasn’t for this fellow. He sneaked up on his rear, jumped the gangster, and bingo! there he was all captured and no longer tough and fighting.”
Mr. Grey laughed heartily. “These fellows,” he remarked, “are showing us all up. Did I say before you ought to make them honorary members of your force? I take it back. They would show your men up so, the whole force would soon be plagued with an inferiority complex.”
The chief roared and slapped his knee. “That’s a good one,” he cried.
Jack said, “By the way, where are Ken and Paul?”
“They are in the detectives’ room. Shall I call them? Do you want them?”
“Well, it’s about time we went home.”
Mr. Grey laughed. “Notice how calm and nonchalant he is and with what poise he said that,” commented the government agent. “The job is done, nothing else to do, so it’s about time to go home, just like that.”
Jack blushed and Chief Bates laughed. “Well,” he said, “there is really no reason why the boys should not go home.”
“No, I guess not. I think they deserve it.”