"Is he hurt?"
"Turnkey says he has cut in head and bruised, but all right."
"Pound him—pound the sergeant; make him act. Scare him! Who is the captain?"
"Raferty."
"I'll reach him by 'phone." Feehan hung up the receiver. "Joe," he said to the night man, "raise Minette, the office lawyer. Lives somewhere up that way. His home is only a short distance from Judge Manasse's house. Ask him for a writ of habeas corpus or something."
Feehan was rapidly calling numbers. In fifteen minutes he had aroused Captain Raferty.
"Raferty," said the little man, "sorry to disturb you, but you've got a man in the black hole in your station that we want."
"Can't be done. Orders to hold him."
"Orders from whom?"
"Higher up."