"You may need them," he added.
John saw Brennan look at Gibson with what he thought was unbounded admiration. The commissioner held out his hand.
"Well, Brennan," he said. "What do you think of it?"
"It's a peach," Brennan said, taking Gibson's hand. "And here's luck, Mr. Commissioner. I'll hand it to you, you've got nerve."
Gibson smiled again as he turned to John.
"And you, Gallant?" he asked.
"I hope——" he began.
"I know you do," Gibson said. "Do you know why I let you and Brennan in on this?"
Oddly, a thought of Consuello came into John's mind.