"Jump in," said Edwards. "Run over across the street, and step in the shadow there," he ordered the chauffeur.
"There he comes now, out the gate. Follow him."
Five minutes later McCarthy stepped into the trap laid by the gambler and, ten minutes after he lurched out of the machine, he was carried half unconscious, into the basement door of the police station and deposited roughly upon the bench in the "cozy corner."
CHAPTER XXV
McCarthy Disappears
Silent Swanson was jabbing billiard balls around the table as if venting his irritability upon the innocent spheres of ivory.
"Why so cruel to the relics of departed generations of ball players?" inquired Kennedy, who was cuddled up in cushioned settee watching.
"Waiting for Kohinoor."
"Where has he gone?" inquired Kennedy carelessly.