"Those are the places I like to smash!" Sheriff Kowen told her.
"I can give you the address, Mr. Kowen. I understand that a man cannot get into the place unless he is properly introduced."
"Naturally, they would be very careful," the sheriff said.
"It is what you called a dress-suit sort of place. Perhaps I am doing wrong telling you this——"
"Not at all. It is your duty," the sheriff assured her. "Nobody ever will know where I got my information."
"I'd like to have the place closed up," Miss Blanchard continued, "so that my brother and other young men will not be robbed of their money and ruined. I suppose you would have to make a raid—I believe that is the term? I'd hate to cause my brother trouble, but a little scare might——"
"I understand, Miss Blanchard. It is probable that he would be caught in a raid, placed under arrest for frequenting a gambling resort, and brought to jail. He would immediately put up bail for his appearance in court. He would give an assumed name, and not show up in the morning, forfeiting his bail. So there would be little publicity, but he would get a scare."
"Oh, thank you! If it could be done that way——"
"It can, my dear Miss Blanchard. We are determined to exterminate gambling houses. The court is in accord with me in this matter. Since you give me the information, you may be sure I'll protect your brother's interests to a certain extent. We'll frighten him a bit, but you need have no fear he will serve a term in jail, or anything like that."
"I understand," said Miss Blanchard.