"Well," Gibson explained, "I saw you that night you mixed it with Battling Rodriguez out at Vernon. I knew I could trust any man who took what you got and kept going until you dropped."
"Thanks," John managed to say.
Gibson opened the door to his outer office and caught sight of Benton, the photographer, waiting there.
"What about your photographer?" he asked.
"We'll take care of him," Brennan gave the assurance.
"All right, see you later," said the police commissioner, going out and closing the door behind him. They heard him hurrying away. John looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes to seven. Brennan stood still, watching the door through which Gibson had gone for several minutes and then turned quickly.
"Well?" he said.
"What do you say?" said John.
"Let's go," Brennan said snapping out his words. "We're in on something big."