A MAN entered the doorway. It was Inspector Timothy Klein. Joe Cardona was picking up the photographic sheet as the inspector entered. He rushed over and showed it to Klein.
“If Glendenning’s mitts match these, we’ve got him sure!” exclaimed Cardona. “Let’s get started, chief. I’ll tell you more on the way up.”
Inspector Klein looked disapprovingly toward Clyde Burke. Cardona grinned to show that it was all right.
“Burke’s coming with us,” he said. “We’re going to let one reporter see how we work. This is one fellow who will treat us right. He deserves the break.”
Cardona was buzzing in Klein’s ear as the three men rode rapidly uptown in a police car. Burke caught very few words of their conversation. It seemed no time at all before the car pulled up at a corner, and the men alighted.
“Down the next street,” said Cardona. “Didn’t want to come too close with the car. Not a body in sight. Great! Williamson’s doing a nice covering job.
“Stay back. I’ll take care of this, chief.”
Clyde Burke remained with Inspector Klein. They saw Cardona sidle along the street and step into a doorway. He evidently held a short conference with a man hidden there.
Shortly afterward, the star detective reappeared and moved on to a house with stone steps. He went up and unlocked a door. He disappeared inside.
Two other plainclothes men appeared as if by magic. They entered the same door, as reinforcements for their leader. Tense moments followed. Then came the shrill sound of a whistle. Half a dozen men sprang into view.