"Don't," pleaded Brennan, "you'll have me doing it."
That night at a few minutes of ten they were standing on the steps of the entrance to the Bryson block when Murphy, his peaked cap pulled down far over his eyes and his coat collar turned up close around his throat, sidled up to them.
"What's the big idea of covering up your face, Murphy?" asked Brennan.
"I'm takin' no chances of gettin' 'made,' see?" Murphy answered. "Made," John remembered, was the slang of detectives for identification. When a person was "made" he was identified.
"Well, then, what's the program?" asked Brennan.
"I think I got them," Murphy replied.
"Got who?"
"De 'Gink' and dis bird Gibson."
"How?"
"Meetin' each other."