«The lady's $1,000 set of Russian sables went out of the house about the same time you did. The description fits the ones this lady has on.»
«To h—Harlem with you,» cried the Kid, angrily. «You know I've cut out that sort of thing, Ransom. I bought them sables yesterday at — »
The Kid stopped short.
«I know you've been working straight lately,» said Ransom. «I'll give you every chance. I'll go with you where you say you bought the furs and investigate. The lady can wear 'em along with us and nobody'll be on. That's fair, Brady.»
«Come on,» agreed the Kid, hotly. And then he stopped suddenly in his tracks and looked with an odd smile at Molly's distressed and anxious face.
«No use,» he said, grimly. «They're the Hethcote sables, all right. You'll have to turn 'em over, Moll, but they ain't too good for you if they cost a million.»
Molly, with anguish in her face, hung upon the Kid's arm.
«Oh, Kiddy, you've broke my heart,» she said. «I was so proud of you—and now they'll do you—and where's our happiness gone?»
«Go home,» said the Kid, wildly. «Come on, Ransom—take the furs. Let's get away from here. Wait a minute—I've a good mind to—no, I'll be d — — if I can do it—run along, Moll—I'm ready, Ransom.»
Around the corner of a lumber–yard came Policeman Kohen on his way to his beat along the river. The detective signed to him for assistance. Kohen joined the group. Ransom explained.