"Why not look him up?"
"He would recognize me and make trouble."
"Then point him out to me, and I'll see what I can do."
Andy Cross was willing to do this, providing Jim Huskin would "whack up" with anything which was netted from the proceedings, and the pair sauntered the way Cross had come.
"There he is now!" cried the sharper presently.
He pointed across the street to where Robert was walking, bound for the place where Herman Wenrich lived.
"You are sure that's the boy?" asked Huskin.
"I am positive."
"Is the money in his vest pocket?"
"I think he put it in his breast pocket."