“Hardly! I also had Glendale on the ’phone, or Harrigan did. They say Vogel is right there and is going to stay there, if fifty guards will keep him.”
“Next, Chief?”
“The next is Vogel’s partner, Ross. You remember him? A good-natured, fat fellow with a bald head. He was always smiling. He’s making little rocks out of big ones in a convict camp near Lake George. He was at Sing Sing, or Ossining, for a time. Most of the New York prisoners are taken there first. It’s a sort of clearing house for the other prisons of the state.”
“Would he fit in with what this bird said, Chief?”
“He might!”
“Go on, I’m getting interested.”
“Then,” said Drew, “we have the two brokers who handled Morphy’s Blue Sky, preferred; Flying Boat, and other swindles. They are at Sing Sing.”
“What’s their names, Chief? I’ve forgotten.”
“Greene and Goldberg! One confessed and one turned state’s evidence. They got off with from two to four years. A nice bunch of squealers!”
“They’ll be out pretty soon, Chief!”