"Only Jones can tell you. Queer old codger, eh?"
"A bit stubborn. He wants to handle it without police assistance."
"And he's right. We are not aiming to arrest any one," sinisterly. "There can't be any draw to this game. Here, no smoking. Too much gas afloat."
Norton put the cigarettes back into his pocket. "What's the real news?" he demanded. "You would not bring me out here just to rebandage that arm. It really did not need it. Come, out with it."
"You're sharp."
"I'm paid to be sharp."
"I've found where the Black Hundred hold their sessions."
"By George, that's news!"
"The room above is vacant. A little hole in the ceiling, and who knows what might happen?"
"What do you want me to do?"